Don't you want to talk

On the other side of the story, in the confined space of Max's car, a tense exchange unfolded.

"Let me go, Max."

Max, unmoved by her shouts, pushed her into the car without a care for her well-being. As he stepped into the car, he locked the door and started the engine. In a matter of minutes, the car accelerated, the urgency in Max's actions palpable.

"Max, what are you doing?"

Diana questioned, the unease evident in her voice.

"Don't you want to talk to him? Why not you call him right now?"

Max gritted his teeth in response, his tone cold and detached.

After driving a short distance, Max came to a sudden stop at the corner of the road. The silence inside the car was shattered as he gripped Diana's hand with force.

"Max!"

Diana exclaimed, furrowing her brow as she attempted to loosen his hold. However, the more she struggled, the tighter Max's grasp became.

"Diana, do you really think to call that man?"

Max questioned, the intensity of his gaze locking onto hers.

"Yes, I will give h