The car's interior light was on, casting a shimmering, hazy glow.
Lilac Serval squinted at his profile.
He hadn't changed much. He remained strikingly handsome but the edges of his features had become even sharper.
"Brother McIntosh, I'll be honest, I don't enjoy seeing you." Lilac Serval propped her head up and looked at him, "Please let me out of this car. I don't want to go to the bar anymore."
"You think I believe that?"
As their eyes met, tension sparked in the air like a powder keg.
"So what do you propose to do? In these past five years, I've frequented bars and hung out with men in London. Will you chase me there to control me?"
Charles McIntosh's grip tightened on the steering wheel, his knuckles were white.
"Brother McIntosh, we've just run into each other by chance here. I'll be leaving in a few days, why bother catching up?" Lilac Serval spoke with relentless precision.
She knew what her only advantage was in his presence.
