Outside, Scarlett pulled her hand free from Wesley’s, her brow tightly furrowed.
“Why are you treating me like this?”
Wesley’s gaze was deep. “This isn’t the place to talk.”
He walked towards his car. After a moment’s hesitation, Scarlett followed. Wesley was acting strangely today.
Inside the car, before Scarlett could react, Wesley pressed her down beneath him. His voice was dangerous, yet tinged with uncertainty.
“Have you and Patrick reconciled?”
“Otherwise, why would he speak up for you for no reason?”
Instead of answering directly, Scarlett countered, “Wesley, do you have so little faith in me?”
“I thought I was different to you. I didn’t expect you to show your true colors over such a small matter.”
Wesley’s brow furrowed deeply. He leaned close to Scarlett’s ear, his voice
