"Husband, where are we going!"
The young girl's shimmering eyes fluttered softly, her tiny, rosy lips slightly pouting. Her fair skin seemed to glow with its own light, impossibly delicate. With a hint of curiosity, her petite, feminine hand, after briefly parting when getting into the car, remained firmly held by the man's subtly forceful grip—possessive yet controlled.
Even as her hand rested in the man's pocket, the young woman could feel the warmth radiating from Gu Jingchen's hand, a palpable heat that inexplicably put her at ease.
Gu Jingchen said nothing, but the car suddenly roared as it kicked into a higher gear. The well-tuned Maybach let out a sharp whir, speeding urgently toward the distant horizon.
