Twenty four

James was in the front.

-I could drive - he exclaimed angrily.

-No, you can't. I think the doctor clearly explained that you couldn't overexert yourself.

-What does that matter?

-No, you won't.

-Yes, I will. - he answered looking at her even more angry.

-Would you rather do what you want and be physically unhealthy or take care of yourself for a while and be fine? - she scolded him.

- Don't put me in a bad mood. - he said in a whisper.

-Now, shut your mouth! - he exclaimed.

-I don't know why I let you talk to me like that. - he complained.

-I don't either, honestly. I don't dislike it, though.

-Ah, well, do you like it? For what reason, may I ask? - he asked looking at her intently. She took a breath.

-Because it helps you realize that you're not the boss of everyone.

-I don't think I'm the boss of everyone, it's something totally different. - he defended himself.

-You give orders and expect everyone to obey you," he growled.

-And what do you want? I was raised this way, I can't chang