ADDICTED

It was almost midnight when they finally arrived in the city. The asphalt was still wet, the air was still chilly, indicating that the rain had just stop not too long ago. The rain's trace remained on the objects that were not shielded.

A silent atmosphere enveloped the inside of the red car. Ever since Kris asked an unexpected question when they were still on the island, none of them open their mouths to speak. Jack didn't even answer the question and could only glare at the taller man. A few seconds later, he started walking to leave the tan-skinned man.

Kris couldn't guess what was on the tattooed man's mind, and they remained silent ever since. From the period when they were riding the speedboat to the period when they finally reached the mainland and moved to the car, no one had the initiative to break the silence. Even when the car started speeding on the road for hours, their mouths were still tightly locked.