"What was that all about?" James asked Evangeline, and she leaned back in her seat like a boss before looking at her phone.
Her stance was defensive. It was obvious. She didn't want to explain herself to anyone, and James gritted his teeth.
"I am asking you a question -"
"And I don't want to answer it," Evangeline's eyes turned cold, and the driver looked at her through the rearview mirror.
"Why don't you want to answer him, Evangeline? Do you have something to hide here?" The driver asked, and Evangeline's body froze, her gaze shifting to him slowly.
Does she have something to hide? Something like how she was just standing there when Alexander was going to kiss her? Even she didn't know what was wrong with her at that time.
"That's not it," Evangeline said, her tone more defensive than she had intended, and James, who was sitting there with his eyes closed, finally opened his eyes and looked at the girl.
