The coldness and alienation that Aren showed discouraged Jocelyn and made her refrain from showing affection.
The car slowly drove towards the hospital.
In the car, Jocelyn kept her mouth tight shut. Because no one was talking, the car was very quiet. It was so quiet that Jocelyn could hear Aren's heavy breathing.
Jocelyn's gaze fell uncontrollably on Aren's face.
Looking at his pale face, Jocelyn bit her lower lip.
If he hadn't carried her, perhaps he wouldn't have suffered such a serious injury.
Out of guilt, Jocelyn urged, "Mr. Luke, can you drive a little faster? Aren doesn't seem to be in a good condition."
"Silence!"
Aren closed his eyes and frowned slightly, as if he was sick of Jocelyn's chattering.
"Sorry." Jocelyn shut her mouth again and turned her head to the window. Looking at the scenery flying by, she felt like crying.
However, the next moment, the sound of a phone ringing broke the silence in the car.