On the way home, Lilia sat in silence and didn't speak for a long time.
Her vision was still fixed on the cloudy sky outside the window, her mood was very complicated.
She didn't know how to judge Trisa's actions. She was also a woman herself and Lilia could relate with her to some point.
At this time, her continuous sighing caught the man's attention.
The car drove to a junction and stopped slowly on the side of the road.
Lilia's misty eyes froze somewhere outside the window, looking unfocused. When she realized, the man had put his face in front of her.
The tips of Jean's slender and proportioned fingers gently stroked her cheeks. His dark, deep gaze fell right onto her face. The man then said with a hint of worry, "Are you in a bad mood?"
Along the way, his wife took several breaths, making it difficult for him to concentrate while driving.
