Oliver looked displeased. "Why are you talking like this? Can someone as clumsy as you even take care of yourself?"
I was about to respond when the car suddenly braked sharply.
"We're here."
I rubbed my hands, still cold despite the heater, and opened the door.
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw him escort Czarina back to the hotel, carrying a bag full of... adult toys.
Czarina tossed her torn clothes aside, cheeks burning, casting subtle glances toward the direction my car had parked.
When they got into his supercar, I turned the wheel and drove away.
At the traffic light, Oliver unusually reached out to me.
"Later, I'll go home to get some documents. Want an egg tart for breakfast?"
So many times in the past, after leaving the police station, he would ask me if I wanted an egg tart.
The first time, I cried through it. But today... I felt sick of it.
I didn't reply. Instead, I used the last few seconds of the red light to answer my late mother-in-law's estate lawyer.
"Attorney Palmer, thank you for the reminder. I haven't forgotten my agreement with Mom. I'll be there in seven days to sign the papers on time."
The wind hit me on the way home, and by the time I arrived, I felt light-headed.