"I…" Purple Summers's face turned slightly red as she looked down and said softly, "I might be a little carsick."
Alexander Summers told the driver in front to drive more steadily.
Feeling embarrassed, Purple Summers hurriedly said, "Don't trouble him; it's a traffic jam now, with starts and stops—inevitable..."
Besides, she wasn't really carsick.
...
It was the evening rush hour, a time when school lets out and people leave work. Even someone of Damian Howard's prestigious status was stuck in traffic just like everyone else.
However, Alexander wasn't in a hurry, and Purple Summers was even less so. Both sat quietly in the car, lost in their thoughts, and neither spoke a word.
Purple Summers had assumed they would go to a restaurant, but instead, the car took them directly to Alexander's estate castle on the outskirts of the city.
