Dead silence instantly filled the car.
It was obvious that Samantha was willing herself to be calm. However, we didn't know if she was trying to assuage Evan's worry or deceive the wolves prowling around her home.
"Don't be afraid." Evan suddenly tightened his grip on the cell phone, and I could see his strong, defined side profile from the rearview mirror. "I'll come back right away."
Hanging up the phone, Evan immediately slammed on the accelerator, his gaze trained on the red traffic light. After a while, as though recalling that I was still sitting in the back, he turned around, his face a deadpan mask, and said, "Sorry, Madam, this is as far as we go. If you will please get off the car."
Since I had heard it, there was no reason for me to stand idly by. "It's all because of us. I'll go with you."
There was a deep crease in between his brows. "I'm sorry, Madam. I don't mean disrespect, but I think that things will be much simpler if you don't show up."
The ugly feeling of being untrusted spiked through my veins. I tried fumbling for my words but couldn't find any that would express my goodwill.
In the stalemate, Evan decided for me. He got out of the car and opened the door close to me without hesitation, and said in an unyielding tone, "Madam, please."
But I didn't want to be a spectator who only cared about myself. I remained where I was and held his gaze, refusing to get off the car.
At this time, the green light flickered to life. The car behind us kept beeping its horn, hurrying us to get out of the way. The hubbub of the city area grew more chaotic.
Evan's face, which was the same as Hendrix's, finally showed a trace of urgency in the long stalemate. "Madam, have you forgotten the three slaps just now? If you still care about our past friendship, please let me buy some time for my wife and children, okay?"
Yes, to some extent, Andrea could not find a chance to humiliate Evan if I was not there.
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