Up ahead, Oliver Hoffman drove the car expressionlessly. He watched from the rearview mirror as the two huddled together in the backseat. Until now, he had never seen her cry, never seen her smile, or seen her show any pleasant expression. It turned out that she would smile when she was happy and cry like any other girl when she was afraid. She could also be gentle, tender, and affectionate. Today, he saw all of these.
But none of these had anything to do with him; it was all for another man. Even though he risked his life for her, she still cared about another man.
He looked outside at the dull, gray scenery, which gave off a sense of depression, just like his current mood. He felt a heavy weight on his chest, making him very uncomfortable. He knew that weight was her feelings for James Anderson, like a shackle on his heart.