The car's interior was rather dimly lit, with only intermittent neon lights from outside filtering in through the window.

Edwin's face darkened.

Throughout the entire journey, he had a clear view of Laura through the rearview mirror.

Her figure appeared small and vulnerable.

He left her and she stood barefoot in the dark.

He used to worry about her getting cold, but now he was ruthless in his decision to leave her.

Edwin couldn't help but wonder if she was crying, if she was still pondering what she had done wrong, if she believed she had angered him and that was why he didn't want her.

He lowered his head and smiled with self-mockery.

From beginning to end, he hadn't really planned to be with her.

Never.

The next moment, a fist collided with the bulletproof window, creating a loud noise that startled Chris.

He immediately stopped the car and opened the door, stunned to see Edwin's bloodied fist, a large part of it now black.

It was evident that Edwin was in a terrible mood.

Chris, summoning courage, suggested, “How about we drive back? There should be first-aid kit at the apartment."

Edwin looked up at Chris and asked an inexplicable question.

"What kind of person do you think she will marry in the future?"

Chris, unsure, didn't dare to speak. He silently fetched some gauze to tend to Edwin's wound, and then suggested taking him to the hospital.

However, Edwin replied lightly, “It's just a minor injury. You don't need to take me to the hospital. Drive me back to the villa.”

Chris hesitated but complied, and half an hour later, they arrived at the large villa.

Edwin stepped out of the car, his slender frame appearing tall and erect against the dark night. The sight of his broad shoulders and strong waist was visually pleasing.