"Guess who."
Her body went rigid involuntarily, hairs from the back of her neck tensed up in alarm as shivers crawled through her skin. She can hear Storm growling, wildly scratching the car in an attempt to force his large body out of the window and come to his mistress' rescue.
The hands weren't restricting her, they're merely lying loose over her eyes without pressure.
Calmly, Lillie slipped the calloused palms off with one hand—the other was occupied with the gas pump.
Gathering her composure with her back still against him, Lillie indifferently answered, "Mr. Wei, what a coincidence."
A deep chuckle of amusement shot up from his throat. Wei Fang was unaware of the consequences of his action.
It could've earned him a concussion or broken bones as Lillie would've bashed him with the gas pump. No one sneaks up to her like that and expects to walk off unscathed.