The limousine driver's eyes flicked up to the rearview mirror, his expression concerned. "Is everything okay, sir?" he asked.
Wesley's voice was low and menacing. "Just drive," he spat.
The driver nodded and turned his attention back to the road. The limousine sped on, leaving the shattered cellphone lying on the pavement behind them.
The silence in the car was oppressive, the tension between Wesley and Charlotte almost palpable. Charlotte didn't know what to say or do, and she could feel Wesley's anger and jealousy radiating from him like a palpable force.
As the limousine continued to drive through the city, Charlotte felt like she was trapped in a nightmare. She didn't know what Wesley might do next, and she was scared.
