His eyes shimmered with unshed tears, his brows furrowed as he acted scared.
I casually shook off his hand. “Then get out.”
With that, the atmosphere in the car instantly turned cold, and the idiot’s expression grew even more pitiful.
From the back seat, Zelda’s voice was cold.
“Wallace, can you stop being so selfish and heartless? You know Luigi has trauma from his sister’s car accident. Can’t you be a little more understanding? Ugh! Gosh! Forget it! Get out—I’ll drive.”
Then, she got out of the car and yanked open my door with a loud bang.
A gust of icy wind rushed in, making me shiver.
But I didn’t move. I just stared at her.
“Get the hell out!” she snapped.
The always-composed woman I knew was suddenly rough, forcibly unbuckling my seatbelt and trying to drag me out.
Truth was she wasn’t strong enough to pull me out by force.
But I couldn’t bring myself to resist her.
I stumbled as she yanked me out, nearly falling.
She took the driver’s seat without sparing me a glance and gently stroked Eugene’s face.
“Don’t be scared. I’ll take you home first.”
“Oh, Zee, you really are so good to me.” Eugene shot me a glance, half-intentional, half-unintentional.