Chapitre 47: A What?

Lucy who was sitting in the front seat of the car with him, tried to refrain herself from speaking, but after a few minutes she gave up the struggle, "What sort of a person are you?"

"Me?" Tom asked, pretending like he had no idea what she wanted to talk about.

"I'm sure we are just two in the car," Lucy aid irritably.

"It's possible you were speaking to yourself out loud. I noticed you tend to voice your thoughts a lot," Tom said, turning to look at her with a straight face, even though he was feeling very amused.

Lucy drew in a deep breath to stop herself from giving a sharp retort. Maybe it was because she had started her day in a bad mood, or maybe it was because the more she saw him flirt with other ladies the more scared she became of the possibility of having contracted an infectious disease from him, but whatever it was, she was feeling very annoyed.