The night hung heavy. Besides the chirping of crickets, no other sound fell to their ears. Noah wasn't in a good mood; it seemed like he was upset about something. Perhaps the way Gloria ignored him in the car.
"Don't you think you shouldn't go now? It's three at midnight" Gloria’s words hung in the stillness. Her face was etched with concern. She was not feeling good right now and continued getting some negative vibes.
"You're not my mom; you don't need to worry about me. Care for yourself." Noah's retort sliced through the silence. Gloria stared at him with anxious eyes.
Before she could respond to him, he drove his red Lamborghini out of the gate. Its red lights faded in the obscurity of the night.
"A f*****g immature freak," Gloria muttered and turned towards the mansion.
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