Chapitre 162: How about I properly make it up to you now?

Sam and Angel quickly left the party, getting into the car.

It was like a princess eloping with a farmer.

Not that no one noticed them; it's just that no one could stop them, not even Brody had the power to.

The two of them didn't speak in the car, as if there was nothing to say, as if there were no words left.

Despite what had happened earlier, it seemed there was no reason to talk now.

The atmosphere wasn't awkward but a strangely eerie silence.

It wasn't until they were almost back at Angel's place that she finally spoke up.

"Weren't you afraid I'd really push you off just now?"

Sam laughed.

"Scared, yes, but I felt like that height wouldn't kill me, at worst seriously injure."

Of course, this was something Sam had considered. Facing the barrel of a gun, he might not perfectly avoid a fatal wound and then rely on his Self-Healing ability to heal.