Lorraine Hughes lowered her eyes, her delicate hand weaving through the black strands, gently caressing them, bringing waves of heat and driving away the dampness.
Sitting there, Nathan Bolton could almost hear his own heartbeat,
She was very close to him, she'd been close all night, he could even smell the faint scent on her body, his heartstrings were once again stirred up, even if it was poison, he would savor it.
When it was almost dry, Nathan Bolton's phone rang.
After hanging up, he looked at Lorraine Hughes, "The other driver has escaped danger, he was driving drunk. Just a local thug, lazy and jobless, no background."
Lorraine Hughes' eyes turned slightly cold, but she didn't say much, "Understood."
"Suspicious?"
"No need to investigate further." If the other side dared to act, they wouldn't leave evidence.
"Shall I handle them?"
"As you please." Lorraine said as she walked behind him and continued to help dry his hair.
