Since they hadn't had breakfast before leaving home, they were earlier than usual. The elevator wasn't too crowded, so it wasn't uncomfortable.
When they arrived downstairs at the underground parking lot, Jaylene took out her car key to unlock the car. As she was about to open the driver's door, Joseph Thompson stopped her.
"We can just take one car," he said, taking her hand and leading her to his black Touareg.
"Don't worry, it's just a Touareg. I'll give it back to you," Jaylene said with a faint frown and a hint of sarcasm. He seemed so eager to take the car back from her.
"You just had surgery, you should focus on resting. Driving is exhausting," he said, avoiding her argument and simply guiding her to his car and opening the passenger seat for her.
Jaylene didn't say anything. After all, they were about to sign a divorce agreement soon. The car belonged to him, and she had to return it sooner or later. She might as well drive it one day less.
