The car drove for a while, with no one speaking inside, the atmosphere silent yet oddly awkward.
It was Liora's first time riding in a car with Dashiell. Though they weren't sitting close, his imposing aura gradually seemed to constrict her breathing. She felt a bit suffocated.
Uncertain if Dashiell might misunderstand something, but to avoid an awkward atmosphere, she took the initiative to speak, "I didn't intend to ride in his car."
Dashiell leaned back in his seat, eyes closed. The passing streetlights cast fleeting shadows on his face, highlighting his prominent nose and thin lips. His jawline was sharp and straight.
Without opening his eyes, he simply uttered a faint "Well," devoid of any discernible emotion.
After saying those words, Liora felt it was inappropriate. She intende
