Behind the wheel was Wesley, his usually composed face now etched with a mix of coldness and anger. The lines on his forehead deepened, and even his grip on the steering wheel tightened, his knuckles turning white as if trying to control the storm of emotions swirling within him.
The road stretched out before him, winding through the city. Buildings and streetlights blurred past in a haze, mirroring the anger in Wesley's mind. The hum of the engine provided a constant soundtrack to his racing thoughts, the rhythmic vibrations punctuating his inner turmoil.
As he navigated the streets, his gaze remained fixed straight ahead, unyielding. His piercing eyes, usually sharp and focused, now held a glimmer of anger, a flicker of frustration.
He felt his ego hurt and trampled on. He felt humiliated to the core
'How dare she?!'
'That flimsy godforsaken actress, what does she really think she is?? That nothing!'
'She would so see it from me!!'