The atmosphere along the way was dangerous and unpredictable.
"Aren't you afraid that others will notice I'm with you by bringing me back like this?" Melody Thorne asked worriedly.
Jared Quinn glanced at her coldly, slammed the gas pedal to the floor, and sped away. Worried about being discovered with him, but not with someone else?
Who really has the ability to protect her?
Jared's self-esteem was seriously provoked, and he ripped the tie from his neck and tossed it onto the passenger seat.
"Do you have a phone?" Melody fearlessly leaned over. She wasn't blind; she was acutely aware of Jared's subtle changes, and if he wanted to harm her, he'd have done it already.
She felt that Jared was reluctant to hurt her now, so she was fearless.
Jared's speed was almost flying, yet the woman behind him showed no fear at all—no screams, no holding onto him pleading for him to stop, no intention of diving into his arms.
Even at this moment, she was in the mood to look at her phone.
