However, Stephan didn’t say anything.
Hence, continued by saying, “It’s the middle of the night. <b>What </b>if something happens to Ms. Fuller? That would be <b>a </b>disaster.”
<b>Stephan </b>shot him <b>a </b>sharp <b>nce</b><b>, </b>his eyes as piercing as des. In the end, he finally spat out two words, “Turn around”
“Okay.” The driver released a sigh of relief and immediately inade a U–tum at the next intersection, Immediately returning to where they had left Felicia.
However, Pelicia was no longer in sight when they got there.
The driver let out <b>an </b>awkwardugh and said, “Ms. Fuller most’ve taken a cab.”
Stephan frowned, his voice icy. “Did you see any cab pass by just now? Check over there.
He pointed <b>to </b>a roadside lined with cherry blossom trees. Though it wasn’t the blooming season for the blossoms, a car was parked under one of the trees, and next to it stood two figures.
One was Felicia, and the other was Maurice
The driver’s jaw dropped in shock <b>as </b>he asked, “Mr. Rouell, isn’t that the head of the Glover family? I thought he <b>had </b>a leg injury and hadn’t been able to walk in years. How is he standing now?”
There was no need for questioning. The only one who could heal Maurice was Felicia.
No wonder Felicia <b>had </b>gotten out of the car so decisively, eager to end things. It was because someone had been waiting for her
Stephan let out a low, bitterughced with self–mockery. “Let’s go.”
“Yes.” The driver didn’t dare say <b>anything </b><b>else </b>nor dare nce at the rear–view mirror to catch Stephan’s expression. Just the sound of his cold, mockingugh was enough to send chills down his spine.
Under <b>the </b>cherry blossom trees, Felicia stood at the roadside, facing Maurice. Her <b>face </b><b>was </b>full of caution, and a few silver needles were glinting in her band, <b>ready </b><b>to </b>strike at any insment. novelbin
A few minutes earlier, Felicia was about to hall <b>a </b><b>cab </b>when a car following her bonked persistently.
She stopped in her tracks, only to be surprised when Maurice stepped out of the <b>car</b><b>. </b>
“What are you doing here?” Of course, Felicia didn’t bother <b>to </b>hide her displeasure. Her brows knitted together, and her expression was cold and imitable. Maurice clicked his tongue, wearing his usualzy and roguish smile. Feigning heartbreak, he asked, “Why are you so mean to <b>me </b>
“I don’t want to talk to <b>you</b>. Felicia turned on her heel to <b>leave</b>.
However, Maurice didn’t get back in hiscar. Instead, he followed her unhurriedly.
Perhaps to ease Felicia’s guard or maybe he was wary of the silver needles in her <b>hand</b>, Maurice always <b>raised </b>his hands in a gesture of surrender whenever Felicia <b>nced </b>back at him. Moreover, he kept a five–yard distance the entire time.
After walking like this for a while, Felicia finally lost her patience. She stopped<b>, </b>her tone full of irritation as she questioned, “Maurice, what do you want?
He should just get it over with the <b>had </b><b>a </b>tatck up his sleeve. Instead, he loept annoying her like this!
Matice lowered <b>his </b>gaze lightly. His figure stretched long under the streetlight, <b>his </b>smile revealing his white teeth and rosy lips. The red mole at theer of his eye also added a touch of devilish chim
Lazily, <b>he </b>said, “Nothing I just want to send you home.”
Felicia colled her eyes hard, thirlding that this guy was crazy. She would’veughed <b>in </b><b>his </b>face if he had any shame.
Maurice spread his hands, feigning innocence. His expression suggested that he didn’t care whether she believed him or not.
After that, Felicia quickened her pace, wanting to get as far away from this lunatic as possible.