Kyle slammed the car door shut in frustration, only he knew where the restless emotions inside him were coming from.
Orelia, clearly irritated, spoke up. "Kyle, what exactly do you want to do?"
"Kyle," he finally couldn't hold back any longer, raising his voice with a hint of irritation. "I told you, I was coming to pick you up."
Unable to control his emotions, he tried to make his voice sound firm, as though that would make him appear less disheveled. But he knew—he was far from being a gentleman right now.
"I didn't ask you to pick me up," Orelia said, lifting her chin, her neck stiff with defiance. "I don't need it. Don't ever do this again."
Immediately, Kyle's expression changed slightly, his disbelief clear as he fell silent for a long while.
'Don't need it?' He couldn't stop h
