Claire couldn't suppress her anger at all!
Her voice grew even colder than before. Lucien raised an eyebrow and reached out to grab her hand.
"Don't touch me!" Claire shouted, her icy voice echoing inside the car. The scent of Lucien's cologne was overwhelmingly pungent to her.
Lucien frowned, sensing something was wrong. He asked in a low voice, "What's the matter?"
This question only fueled her anger further. She cast him a cold glance and then spoke softly, "Disgusting!" Her eyes were filled with undisguised loathing.
Lucien's frown deepened, and his tone became sharper, "Make yourself clear!"
Claire thought of the possibility that he had slept with another woman, and the anger nearly drove her mad. She couldn't help but mock him, "Aren't you tired every day? So many mistresses,
