If what he felt before was just confusion and anger, now—
The scene he saw from afar was enough to make him grit his teeth in rage.
The two of them remained at the same place. Louis Cox leaned against the motorcycle, a cigarette dangling from the corner of his mouth, exuding a roguish charm.
Mia Ginger stood half a step away, holding a pack of cigarettes in one hand, her slender fingers pinching one out.
The two exchanged a few words.
Louis Cox pulled a lighter from his pocket to light the cigarette at her fingertips.
The scene was too unexpected. Koa Jackson watched through the car window, gripping the steering wheel tightly, almost deciding to just leave.
But—
He briskly turned off the engine, the sound of the slam echoing thunderously. He slammed the car door shut, stepped out, and stood with a cold expression, gritting his teeth, "Mia!"
Mia Ginger jumped in fright.
The cigarette just lit burned her fingers and fell straight to the ground.
