"I know this sounds ridiculous. But I was afraid Sean would kidnap you from me. I was afraid—"
"Hahahaha," Bella suddenly burst out laughing upon hearing his words. "What are you thinking, Mr. Sinclair? Do you think I'm still a teenager with their terribly immature and naivete when talking to a man?"
"Well, don't blame me," he said, a sour smile slowly forming on his lips. "I love you so much that, sometimes, I can't think as cool and rationally as usual—"
"Gosh! Mr. Sinclair, I told you before that I rejected him many times, even when I knew you didn't love me. You don't need to worry about my feelings towards him—"
Suddenly, the car abruptly stopped, leaving Bella shocked. She was unable to continue her words.
Confused about why Tristan suddenly stopped, she turned to look outside. She became even more curious when she saw their car parked on a dark, empty road.
