After explaining his intentions to Wester Welson, Kevin Cliff hung up the phone and looked at her with a cold gaze, silent, yet pulling her by the hand towards the parking lot.
"I can have someone else come pick me up," Charlotte Green didn't really intend to let him give her a ride. Once they reached the parking lot, she attempted to shake off his grasp.
Kevin Cliff swept her with a severe glance and gripped her hand even tighter, leading her to his car.
His car was a spacious family model, with a child safety seat placed in the back.
She was stuffed into the front seat, and all her gestures showed that she felt forced and unwilling; her expression was cold and displeased. Seeing him like this, she should have felt pleased, but why did she still feel so choked up?
The car glided smoothly along, silent all the way until they arrived at her company's building.
