Immediately, Oliver turned slightly toward her, his brows drawn together, and said with clear frustration in his voice, "But again, why didn't you slap him, Cora? Like, seriously. What were you waiting for? The disrespect was too much."
He gripped the steering wheel tighter, his jaw visibly clenched. "The way he was trying to force that jacket on you… I don't know, it didn't look normal. He was doing it like he had something else in mind. And I might not be able to prove it yet, but… I swear, something in me is telling me that Samuel is up to something. And I don't like it."
Then Cora turned to look at him, a small smile forming on her lips. Her voice was calm, almost teasing. "Oliver, you really do worry too much. You're still acting like we're kids, like I need someone to always protect me."
