Dead silence reigned in the car. One could sense that the atmosphere was entirely different from when Jonathan was present earlier, giving off a sense of an impending storm.
Roxanne was sitting straight, her gaze trained right ahead. She tried her best to ignore the man beside her.
She wasn't sure whether she was imagining things, but his piercing gaze seemingly locked on her since Jonathan alighted from the car. It had her tensing up subconsciously.
All of a sudden, Lucian's voice rang out beside her.
"Have I offended you in any way, Ms. Jarvis?"
Relief suffused Roxanne when she heard his voice. She flashed him a detached smile. "Why would you say that, Mr. Farwell?"
Lucian eyed her with a dark look, his voice threaded with displeasure. "If that's not the case, why are you avoiding me thus, Ms. Jarvis?"
Frowning slightly, Roxanne feigned ignorance. "When have I avoided you, Mr. Farwell? Precisely speaking, I don't have much of a chance to meet you since our work doesn't intersect."
In other words, they didn't have a personal relationship besides a professional association.
In fact, they even had no interaction at work.
They had no opportunity to meet anyway, so avoiding him made no sense.
The moment her words rang out, the temperature in the car plummeted.
While driving, Layden cautiously stole a peek at the two people at the back through the rearview mirror. Inwardly, he worried on Roxanne's behalf.
Why is Ms. Jarvis provoking Mr. Farwell when she knows
full well that he's in a bad mood now?
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