Aubree Groove's gaze landed on his bandaged arm, "Aren't you afraid the wound will get infected?"
"I have been having a strong physique since my childhood, so it won't affect me."
Aubree Groove raised her hand and touched his forehead, it was a drop of cold raindrops.
A gentle smile shimmered in the man's eyes.
Aubree Groove looked down, "Did you hear everything?"
"What?" Anton Cook looked confused.
"It's nothing. Let's get going."
Both of them walked into the rain with an umbrella and got into a car parked by the roadside.
In the driver's seat, Agave Rinto's eyes were heavy. He glanced at the rear-view mirror, the prominent cheekbones on his side face protruding.
The car left the villa and navigated through the challenging mountain road. Despite the slippery due to rain, Agave Rinto accelerated it evoking an F1 car race feeling, getting faster and faster.
