Initially, Elvina was worried about facing him after her humiliating screams, digs, and insults that she threw at him, thinking that he wanted to sleep with her. But he seemed to have gotten over that matter and it relieved her.
From the corner of her eyes, Elvina once again stole a glance at the man who was sulking.
She blinked.
The tension in the car was so thick that she felt like a few swords were hanging above their heads. It was incomprehensible.
Who offended this great god now? She wondered.
Her gaze roamed on him for a few seconds. Archer was wearing a turtle-neck white sweater paired with black pants and a dark grey trench coat. He looked younger than his age, like a man in his early 20s, somewhat gentle if not for his clenched jaw and frigid gaze.
Sigh~
