Once in the car, Mika Summers leaned against the window, thinking about what Tristan Grayson had just said.
"Please tell Mr. Summers that I, Tristan Grayson, am taking my wife with me, and no one can stop me!"
Those domineering words made her blush, and she lowered her head, giggling to herself.
'So, in his heart, I'm his wife.'
Mika Summers had never been in such a good mood. She was so happy she even forgot to be afraid.
Tristan Grayson smelled the light, distinctly feminine fragrance in the car, and his heart instantly grew agitated. "Sit properly!"
"Huh?" Hearing Tristan Grayson's sudden outburst, Mika Summers looked at him in confusion.
"Sit properly!" Tristan Grayson repeated impatiently.
"Oh..." She frowned and fastened her seatbelt. "I'm sitt—AH!" Before she could finish, Tristan Grayson slammed on the accelerator, and the car shot forward.
