My overly polite and distant tone made Vincent's brows furrow in confusion.
After a brief silence in the car, he asked, half-smiling, "So, how do you plan to explain this to your parents?"
When I remained silent, he scoffed, saying, "Mia, don't tell me you're having second thoughts."
Only then did I finally tear my gaze away from my phone and look at him.
"Huh? Can you please focus on driving and not get distracted? As for the reason, I've already said I'll handle it."
I didn't want to spend the first day of being single with my ex-husband in a potential car crash.
As he heard my obvious indifference, Vincent's grip on the steering wheel tightened.
Suddenly, the car's Bluetooth connected, and a sweet, lovey-dovey song started playing.
Vincent, ignoring my presence, answered the call.
A young woman's tender, sweet voice filled the car.
She was whining about her exhausting day, mentioning that she still had to work at a coffee shop that night and was starving.
Vincent glanced at me and, seeing my unchanged expression, smiled and said, "I know you're hungry, so I'll go get your favorite food right away."