Silas was behind the wheel, his face stern. He was not looking at her. It was quite unusual to see him like this.
In just a few days, Esme grew accustomed to seeing his signature smirk and a playful glint in his eyes. This somber appearance didn't suit his persona. His joyous demeanor was alluring, but his cold attitude was intimidating.
Taking a deep breath, Esme walked over and got into the car. She turned to him to say sorry. Before she could even utter a word, the car sped down the road.
Esme's body pressed on the back of the seat, her eyes widening in horror. The speed of the car was terrifying. The road seemed to be running into her eyes. Esme quickly fastened the seatbelt and looked ahead, her heart thumping loudly in fear.
"Silas, please drive slow," she pleaded. "I am scared."
"I have a meeting to attend to, and I'm running late," Silas said gruffly.
