"Look to the left, that black Bentley."
Erin Janus turned her head and spotted Sylvan Cheney's car: "I see it, follow me, I'll take you to the manor."
Erin wore headphones and stepped on the accelerator.
On the other end, Sylvan Cheney remained silent.
Erin increasingly felt that he didn't even like talking to her anymore.
She remembered when he woke up injured, they would chat, and he would respond to her. He would even answer when she asked about his preferences.
But now... he's grown colder.
Jasmine Yale must be quite capable to have snared such a distant man. Erin was really curious about what tricks that woman had used.
"Evan, have you been busy lately? Every time I invite you out, you say you're unavailable."
"If it's not work-related, let's not contact each other, to avoid Jasmine's misunderstanding."
"Oh, have you officially established your relationship? Are you together now? Living together?"
"That's between her and me, it has nothing to do with you."
