"Hmph!"
Kellan gritted his teeth, then slammed on the gas, speeding away in his Mercedes.
The paper box and balloons scattered as they were hit, sent flying through the air.
The crowd around them, still murmuring in conversation, soon began to disperse.
"Whoosh!"
Ezra exhaled slowly, casting a complicated glance at Bruce. No matter how she felt, today, Bruce had helped her out of a tight spot.
For the first time in two years, Ezra had experienced the feeling of being protected by someone.
It was an unfamiliar sensation, yet it made her feel secure.
"Let's go. I'll take you home," Ezra said as she started pushing Bruce's wheelchair, preparing to leave.
"Hmm?" Bruce paused, then pointed to the Ferrari. "What about our car?"
"Bruce, the person's gone. Stop pretending," Ezra sig
