He turned his head, genuinely worried about Nathalie Quinlan, and pondered, "How do you plan to resolve this issue?"
Nathalie hadn't rested well and her eyes were dry and uncomfortable. She simply opened the car window a bit wider and let the cold wind blow against her face. Hearing his question, she answered nonchalantly, "Let's wait and see."
Wait and see?
What's there to wait and see?
Owen Yapiter saw her nonchalant demeanor and felt more anxious than her, the party involved. He pursed his lips and asked her with a serious face, "Do you want my help?"
The night air carried a chill, and after Nathalie took a breath of it, she began to have a headache. She closed the car window, and, as the pain in her temples was unbearable, she simply leaned back in her seat, bowed her head, massaged her temples, and replied with some irritation, "That's not what I meant."
"?" Owen didn't understand what she meant.