Ana's POV
Heat flooded my cheeks, turning them crimson.
Since his confession, his behavior had grown increasingly peculiar.
I shot Morris a sharp look. "Just drive already!"
After snapping at him, I turned toward the window, refusing to meet his gaze.
Morris chuckled softly, choosing not to torment me further.
He fired up the engine and pulled away from the restaurant.
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Ridley occupied a window table on the building's second floor across from the restaurant, his eyes tracking every exchange between Morris and Ana. The glass trembled in his white-knuckled grip, moments from shattering.
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Ana's POV
Silence filled the car during our drive.
I stared through the glass, my face clouded with unspoken troubles.
Morris's eyes flicked toward me as we idled at a light, his expression unreadable, thoughts hidden behind those dark eyes.
We drove straight to Marcel Central Hospital.
When we arrived, confusion washed over me. "Are you sick?"
