“Rosalynn, get in the car."

It was none other than Barlow.

Rosalynn turned and noticed the man's playful smile. A sense of helplessness rushed through her.

“No, thanks. I don't need a ride."

Barlow maneuvered the car, blocking her path in the middle of the road.

“I don't mind if you want to argue with me here on the road," Barlow declared, his tone determined.

Another car approached from behind, its driver honking the horn impatiently.

Rosalynn halted, feeling utterly helpless in the situation.

He and Brian were undoubtedly friends. They were both stubborn!

Screaming inwardly, Rosalynn reluctantly got into the car, slamming the door in frustration.

Sporting a smug smile, Barlow turned the steering wheel, making way for the car behind him.

Observing Rosalynn's cold expression as she Looked out the window, he leaned slightly closer.

“Rosalynn..."

Before he could finish his words, he noticed a silver needle held between Rosalynn's fingers, barely two millimeters away from his eye.

Barlow's smile grew even brighter.

“I just wanted to help you fasten your seat belt. No need to be so hostile.”

With a stoic expression, Rosalynn put away the silver needle and fastened her seat belt.

Barlow, still seemingly unfazed by her resistance, accelerated the car.

“Why do you dislike me so much? After all, I once saved you, didn't I?"

“You saved me, and I saved you. We're even now," Rosalynn responded indifferently.

“am I truly such a terrible person in your eyes?" Barlow prodded innocently.

Rosalynn glanced at him and replied, “No.”