Davey glanced at her hand on his arm with an inscrutable expression.

He seemed neither overtly pleased nor displeased, hinting at a deeper undercurrent beneath his facade.

Casey, brimming with excitement, failed to notice his subtle mood shift.

As they entered the car, she eagerly observed the passing scenery, savoring the taste of freedom after being cooped up for so long.

The crisp air filled her lungs, rejuvenating her spirit.

After enduring prolonged confinement, she had grown estranged from the art of communication and had all but forgotten the sensations of the outside world.

Seeing her joy, a tender smile graced Davey's Lips.

Yet, as the car ventured into increasingly remote areas, Casey's unease grew. This didn't seem like a leisurely outing. Turning to Davey, she queried, "Where exactly are we headed?"

Davey kept things mysterious, saying, "You'll find out when we arrive."

Casey's discomfort started to grow. She regretted trusting Davey's vague plan to take her out for no clear reason.

Initially, Casey had thought about escaping through a window in a crowded place, but as they drove into increasingly isolated areas, she saw no one around. If she jumped out now, there would be no one to help her, and she couldn't even make a run for it.

Pretending annoyance, Casey questioned, “I thought you were taking me out to eat? Didn't you say it was nearby? I skipped breakfast to join you, so why have we been driving so Long?"

Davey replied with a calm smile, "We're almost there, not much Longer."

Casey was left speechless. She tried to open the car window, but it was locked.

Every detail in this car was set up to keep her from getting away.

It reminded her of the time she was confined in the villa, unable to flee despite her efforts. She had sat on the balcony and, under his watchful eyes, had jumped in a bid for freedom. She was ready to risk her life for freedom.

But Davey had softened the ground beneath the balcony. Casey didn't die from the fall but was knocked out for a long time, waking up to find herself in this situation.

Feeling trapped was like being squeezed by the pressures of deep-sea waters. Casey's face was pale, but she was pretending to have amnesia and couldn't show any clear emotions. She said weakly, "I need some fresh air."

Davey looked at her with concern. "The wind is very cold while the car is moving. It might make you sick."

Casey's lips turned a shade paler. “Don't I even have the right to feel the wind?"