In the car.
Franti Cassia was unhappy. Louis didn't want to talk to her at all. He had sensed Franti's temper at the dinner table, but he didn't expose it for the sake of Tina.
Now Louis just wanted to go back as soon as possible. He didn't want to waste time outside.
When they were about to leave, Franti Cassia put her hand in front of him. Her face was still facing the front, but she stretched out her hand very hard, and made the steering wheel a slight sound.
Louis took a deep breath, turned to her and asked coldly, "What are you doing?"
Franti didn't take her hand back. She breathed heavily and looked down at Louis with sharp eyes. She asked in a questioning tone, "Shouldn't you explain to me?"
She bit her lower lip and refused to let go of the steering wheel stubbornly.
Louis lowered his hand indifferently and said coldly, "Let me go."
"No."
"Let me go."