"Go home," Zoe Yale said without thinking.
"What about me?" Charles White furrowed his brows, his tone full of grievance.
She didn't want to take him home, nor would she stay outside with him, so what did that make him, as her boyfriend?
Charles White domineeringly swept her into his arms, carried her out of the lounge.
"Charles White, I have something to do now, I need to go home first..." Zoe Yale's words were not yet finished, and Charles White had already put her in the car and buckled her seatbelt.
He moved to the driver's seat, quickly started the car, and drove towards the Yale Family Estate.
"Actually, you don't have to go through the trouble of driving me, I can take a taxi back myself..." Zoe Yale glanced at his gloomy face, and said weakly.
As she finished speaking, Charles White turned his head and looked at her.
His aggrieved eyes made Zoe Yale inexplicably guilty.
