"What are you standing there for? Get in the car!" Alexander's voice was cold and commanding, his gaze sharp enough to kill.
Phoebe bit her lip, the car too conspicuous, making her want to turn and run. But she had no choice; she steeled herself and opened the back door, jumping inside.
She knew that if she didn't get in, it would only anger him further and attract more attention from onlookers, making her situation even more awkward.
"Sit in the front." Another icy command, the air thickening with tension.
As soon as she settled in, his sharp shout startled her. Sensing his anger, she quickly jumped out and slid into the front seat.
The atmosphere in the car was tense and strange.
Phoebe cautiously glanced at him; his tightly pressed lips and furrowed brow told her he was clearly u
