Vera was instantaneously stunned as soon as she saw Quill. She felt much soberer.
But she hadn't had any alcohol...
"Get in the car," Quill said coldly.
Vera was speechless.
Vera cried in her heart. Was he not going to let her off just because she overheard his conversation with Helen? She helplessly looked at him.
"Um, can I not get in the car?"
She had already promised him so much. Why would he still not let go of her?
Moreover, Vera had previously eaten too many cakes. Therefore, she felt nauseated. She dared not get inot the car because she was afraid that she would end up vomiting in it.
"I'll send you home."
"Huh? Send me home?" Vera pointed at herself, not knowing how to react. Did Quill want to send her home?
Why does it sound like a fantasy?
She felt that she was dreaming, so she rubbed her eyes and focused her gaze again. She realized that Quill's charming face was still in front of her; he didn't disappear.
Vera immediately straightened her back and answered seriously.
"Thank you, but there's no need." Vera insisted.
She knew that Quill was being a gentleman and wanted to send her home because she was his sister's best friend. Otherwise, according to Quill's personality, he would never willingly stop his car to wait for her. Since Vera had made a decision to stay away from him, she insisted on not getting into his car.
If she allowed it to happen, she would only be fueling this complicated relationship between them.
More importantly, Quill might be unaffected, but she would be the one feeling miserable. She had made up her mind to give up on him. If she were to be around him, it would just be torturous for her.
Therefore, she could not get in the car!
She had to stand her ground!
Upon hearing this, Quill frowned. After listening to what Vera had said earlier, he had expected her to refuse. However, he couldn't himself. He still stopped his car when he saw her tiny figure there, even though he knew that he should've driven past
her.
"Are you sure?" Quill asked as he looked at her with a light gaze.
Vera felt the look from his eyes made her feet cold inexplicably. She bit her lower lip lightly. Just as she was about to answer him, someone grabbed her shoulder.
"Thank you, President Hanover. However, I've promised to send her home. I'm afraid that Vera would feel bad if she were to cancel on me and get in your car." a voice sounded behind her.
Sam suddenly appeared and gently held onto Vera's shoulder. He pulled her into his arms and explained to Quill with a smile on his lips.
Quill's gaze landed on Sam's hand. It only lasted for two seconds before he looked away. However, his act was still captured by Sam's sharp eyes. He quietly looked at Quill as he waited for his next move.
Unfortunately, he didn't. Quill's eyes turned cold once more as his voice was emotionless.
"If that's the case, I won't force it then."
After that, he drove off.
Vera stared at the back of the car for a long time before she came to her senses. It seemed that Quill drove himself that day. Why hadn't Nash driven him to the party?
"Why are you still dreaming? Let's go." Sam said.
Sam held Vera and walked to the other side. Vera saw that his car was parked not far away, and her chaotic mind gradually became clear.
She didn't get into Quill's car, but she was getting into Sam's. What would that mean?
As Vera thought about this, she suddenly stopped walking.
"About that..." Vera uttered.
Sam stopped and looked at her in confusion.
Vera awkwardly pursed her lips and waved at him. "I think you should head back first. I just remembered that I have something to talk to Minerva about, so I'll be heading back inside." Vera said.
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