Just then, a black Porsche pulls up in front of her.
Marcellus steps out of the car with his long legs and kindly pulls the door open for Katrina. "It's impossible to get a taxi at this time. Get in, and I'll give you a ride."
Suddenly seeing Marcellus appear in front of her, Katrina is stunned. "Marcellus, why haven't you left?"
It's been half an hour. She thought he'd be home by now, but for some reason, he's still here.
Marcellus has a faint smile on his handsome face. "How could I go without seeing you get in a taxi?"
At Marcellus's response, Katrina blushes a little and gets into his car.
Marcellus is quite the gentleman.
No wonder so many girls had a crush on him back when they were in school. Not only does he look handsome, but his family is also illustrious, and he has a gentle disposition. Practically everyone likes him.
On the way to the Anderson house, Katrina feels vaguely uneasy.
