Indeed, Yvonne Finley was intimidated by his demeanor. Her back pressed tightly against the genuine leather seat, her scalp tingling intermittently, as if some predictable danger was looming in front of her.
She could almost imagine just how crazy this man would be if Jessie Woolley removed her restrictions on him.
Her lips moved slightly, swallowing saliva nervously, "Not ... not yet, right?"
How uncertain her words were.
Caleb Baker's gaze fell down to her, inspecting her with a calm yet dangerous look. His gaze was too lethal, causing Yvonne Finley to feel her ears tingling, her whole body stiffening, "Sweetheart...?"
"Mm."
Only then did he move, rolling back into his seat, refastening his seatbelt, restarting the engine, and stepped on the gas pedal. After a long while, he dimly uttered: "Twelve days now."
Yvonne Finley: "..."
She pretended to look out the window.
Unavoidable.
