Can’t help it

After the confrontation with Sean, Myra’s good mood back when she was playing poker with the few men had vanished altogether. She was just about to ask whether he’d mind taking a taxi home, but the man standing before her suddenly circled to the passenger seat and pulled the car door open. Upon seeing that she remained motionless, Tony even arched an eyebrow in surprise. “What’s wrong?” Then, he slid right into the passenger seat.

The words were on the tip of Myra’s tongue, but as she watched his successive movements, she swallowed them. Never mind, my place is indeed not far from his apartment. Hence, she bent down and slipped into the driver’s seat before promptly starting the engine and driving away.

Even though it was night time, the sky outside was brightly lit. In the near distance was a huge LED screen that was playing a massive advertisement. It was an advertisement for a shampoo, and the female model was someone familiar to her—Lyla Fisher, who’d now returned in a cloud of gl