Mort Thorne was forced to hit the brakes because Dianna Hollis blocked his car.
He pulled his baseball cap down low and said nothing.
Dianna reached out to open the back door of the van and jumped in.
It was an ordinary van, and apart from the driver, no one else was inside.
Dianna sat on the back seat, glanced around, and then looked up at the driver, "Did you see anyone suspicious just now?"
Mort shook his head.
This person didn’t speak, and with his cap pulled low and no lights on in the cabin, it was pitch black, but sothing flickered in Dianna’s bright eyes; this person seed suspicious.
"Why aren’t you talking?" Dianna asked.
Mort never expected that as soon as he made a move, she would co over. He pointed to a certificate on the windshield that read "Disabled Person."
Disabled?
Is he mute?
Dianna looked at him a few tis; his build was robust and sowhat familiar.
She looked down further and saw his right pant leg was empty, and there was a prosthetic on the passenger seat.
He lost his right leg.
He really is disabled!
Dianna frowned slightly, "Drive, give a ride."
Mort nodded and started the van.
...
The van sped steadily down the road, and Mort lifted his head slightly, looking at Dianna through the rearview mirror.
Dianna leaned lazily against the back seat, wearing a black windbreaker with the zipper pulled all the way up. Her pure black hair was tied in a low ponytail, enhancing her neat and simple style.
Over the past three years, she had changed a lot; she was more feminine now.
Mort quickly shifted his gaze, his throat moving up and down.
After three years apart, her every movent exuded a lazy, cold, sensual charm that made it hard to look away.
She’s 24 now, at the most beautiful age.
Mort drove not fast, even a bit slow. At this mont, with her sitting in his car, the whole world seed quiet.
His empty heart felt filled at this mont. Where should he drive to? Maybe he wanted to drive to the ends of the earth.
He couldn’t resist looking at her again.
The next second, he directly t her clear bright eyes.
Soti during this, Dianna’s gaze also wandered over, quietly watching him.
At this mont, their eyes t, each other’s reflections carved into their eyes.
Mort’s fingers tightened around the steering wheel. Then he saw Dianna curl her red lips slightly, raising an eyebrow, "What are you looking at? Watching ?"
Mort knew he had been caught. She found out he was secretly watching her.
"Well, do I look good?" Dianna’s teasing smile was playful, almost as if she was flirting with him.
Mort wondered if she had recognized him.
"If you dare to look again, do you believe I’ll gouge your eyes out?" Dianna continued.
Gouge out his eyes?
Mort laughed inwardly, how fierce, he was a little scared.
He averted his gaze.
Dianna looked at the pack of cigarettes by his hand. They weren’t expensive, just a few bucks a pack, but she was itching for a smoke.
"Lend a cigarette," she said.
She was borrowing a cigarette from him.
Mort pursed his thin lips, a little displeased; since when did she start smoking?
She didn’t smoke before.
Dianna watched him as he moved, reaching out his large hand to grab the pack of cigarettes.
She quickly reached for it.
But the next second, the pack was crushed in his large palm, and as the window slowly rolled down, he aid to throw the crumpled pack perfectly into a roadside trash can.
"..."
He did it on purpose!
Dianna’s hand hung stiffly in the air. Her bright eyes suddenly turned cold as she curled her lips, "What, just because I won’t let you look, you threw the cigarettes away? You really have a temper, very manly."
She sneered again, casting a glance at his empty right leg, "Even if I let you look, what could you do, you don’t even have a leg."
She said you don’t even have a leg.
Mort’s dangerous dark eyes narrowed suddenly, his rough hand tightening unconsciously on the wheel; she was mocking him.
The atmosphere in the cabin quickly turned oppressive, tense.
At this mont, a lodic ringtone sounded; Dianna had a call.
She took out her phone from her bag. It was Jodie Young calling; it must be Dotty missing her, Dotty called her every night.
Dianna answered, "Hello."
Sure enough, Dotty’s childish voice ca through, "Hi, Mommy, it’s , I’m Dotty, Dotty misses you!"
Mort had no idea who Dianna was talking to; he only saw her cold features soften completely, a stark contrast to the cold and dazzling attitude she had towards him earlier. She cradled the phone, saying with a smile, "Yeah, I miss you too, darling~"
She called her darling~
Mort pursed his thin lips. Was it... her husband calling?
She seed like a different person when she took the call, her eyes sparkling like stars. He had seen her like this before, back when they were together three years ago.
Mort glanced out the car window at the city’s neon lights, his mind flooded with images of those early days after his release from prison, the sweet, lingering mories of being with her.
Her sock slipping off, him helping her put it on.
Delivering dinner, carrying her to eat.
Her getting angry, telling him to leave, him sulking but still bringing her roses...
Every scene felt as if it happened yesterday.
Those brief monts were so sweet, enough for a lifeti of rembrance.
Her husband treated her well now; did she love him too?
Years later, they had beco the most familiar strangers, and she was by soone else’s side.
Mort suddenly felt a pang in his heart, twisting with pain. He thought he could bear it, but hearing her whisper sweet nothings to another man made his heart bleed.
Dianna, still on the phone with Dotty, looked up at the man in the driver’s seat. Though she still couldn’t see his face, she could make out his now tense jawline, and she curled her lips, still speaking to Dotty, "Okay, I’ll co ho early. I think about you every night, love you~"
She said love you~
So she really fell for soone else!
Mort pressed his lips into a cold, white line, his body exuding a chill.
The van slowly ca to a stop; they’d arrived. It was ti for her to get off.
Dianna reached out her small hand, tucking a lock of hair behind her ear. When she looked up again, her delicate face had turned indifferent and lazy. She opened the back door and elegantly jumped out.
With slender legs, she made her way to the driver’s side door, raised her hand, and knocked "knock knock" on the window, indicating for him to roll it down.
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