Yvonne Young and Spencer Sullivan's gazes met for a moment, his eyes were like two deep whirlpools, she almost fell in, and quickly looked away to the road ahead.
Her heartbeat was uncontrollable, her hands sliding on the steering wheel while she observed the man in the driver's seat with her peripherals.
He tilted his head back, motionless, as if asleep, she turned to look.
The man seemed to sense her gaze, suddenly opening his eyes. Yvonne felt guilty and hurriedly averted her gaze, coldly saying, "No need, she is her, and I am me."
She pressed the accelerator, raising the speed.
Spencer Sullivan looked at Yvonne Young's side profile, taking in her guilt and various little emotions and expressions, pleasing to the eye.
Now he finally understood her previous guilty performance in front of him.
Sandra had a parent-child class at two in the afternoon, and Yvonne directly drove to Wyverdalle Estates.
