Scarlett POV
He stared at me through the rearview mirror, his dark eyes lingering for a second too long before returning to the road.
"If you keep relying on people to confirm that, then you might get devastated at the outcome —especially from me," he said, his tone clipped and unreadable.
I frowned slightly, studying his profile. Did he just give me advice? That was… unexpected.
"Thanks," I murmured, leaning back into my seat.
The drive dragged on in heavy silence, I felt longer than expected, so i asked "Where are we going?"
"Where are we supposed to go?" he shot back, his voice edged with irritation as he steered the car with one hand, completely relaxed.
I sighed. "To eat."
"Then stop asking pointless questions and focus on the road," he replied coldly.
My fingers tightened around my bag. The urge to smack him with it was strong—very strong—but I swallowed it down. I wouldn't dare.
