The Car slowly moved away from the Hotel.
Zoe Yale sat in the passenger seat, looking down at the seatbelt across her Chest, her mind filled with the image of Charles White cradling her Face, kissing her with concentration...
A mint fragrance emanated from his body, and his hand that had touched her arm remained slightly warm...
Even though he had let go, she still felt the warmth linger on her hand, and it didn't fade away for a long time.
Zoe couldn't help but purse her Cherry Lips and come back to her senses, turning her head to look at the Man beside her.
Charles White's profile was perfect, exuding a chilliness, and the way he absentmindedly pursed his thin lips made the surrounding air fall silent too.
Inside the Car, there was only the sound of two people breathing quietly.
He didn't seem to have any intention of stopping the Car.
He also didn't seem to have any intention of talking to her.
"This car..."
"I rented it."
