“We should just go home.""What? No. We promised to go to the beach, and I don't want our plans ruined just because of that asshole Martin." Asher raised his voice again. His emotions were still unstable."I'm worried about you," I said. I went back to check Asher's forehead, which was bleeding from Martin's punch. The blood had stopped coming out, but I thought he should get treatment from a doctor."You see, I'm fine. There's nothing to worry about, Daphne." Asher rubbed my cheek. I forced myself to smile.We ended up going to the beach as planned. But I insisted that today I should be driving and Asher should just sit sweetly next to me. But the whole way, he was being chatty, criticizing me that I wasn't a good driver because I was always trying to overtake the slow-moving car in front of us."I know you're doing this so you can drive, right?" I laughed as Asher folded his arms. He looked out the window and stopped criticizing me. I knew the trick."I don't want you to get tired.
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