He really seemed intent on waiting all night, so Ellie hastily threw on a hooded zip-up and went outside. She had made up her mind to try to reason with him and send him away, but as soon as she got into the passenger seat, Simon drove off like a madman.
Ellie asked urgently.
"Vice President, w-where are we going?"
"Shut up and follow me."
The place he took Ellie to was, regrettably, P Hotel.
When Ellie confirmed their destination, her heart sank.
Just a few days ago, she had received an indelible wound from Simon here, and at the same time, she had made a promise of marriage with another man here.
Ellie bit her lip and continued in an unsteady voice.
"I... don't like this place."
"Why?"
"I don't like it. I want to go. Please let me out."
Simon's face hardened. He exhaled rough breaths, and Ellie looked at him with an anxious face.
"Ha. What the hell is this?"