Ian Sinclair felt very strange.
He'd gotten the compliments he wanted, but for some reason, he just couldn't feel happy.
When Mia Grant had spoken, her words and demeanor had been so earnest they bordered on solemn.
As if she were planning a farewell.
Ian Sinclair's heart sank. His left hand gripped the steering wheel, and his right hand shot out to grab hers.
He didn't control his strength, and Mia Grant felt a sharp pain in her hand, right down to the bone.
She froze for a moment but didn't pull away or say anything.
The atmosphere in the car grew subdued and heavy.
The car ahead finally moved. Ian Sinclair followed slowly until they were past the intersection, then he slammed on the gas, causing the engine to roar and making Mia Grant gasp in surprise.
The roads in Jynsia weren't suited for street racing, and it wasn't long before they hit a congested stretch, forcing him to slow down.
It was stop-and-go traffic the rest of the way.
