Chapter 122 The Most Disgusting Villain

After so many things had happened tonight, Samara was a little exhausted. She did not speak again, and Roland did not say anything. The car quieted down.

Their car passed by a downtown area, and Roland asked, "Do you want something to eat?"

Samara tilted her head and glanced at the scene outside. "Maybe next time."

She preferred to go home to take a nice, warm bath and go to sleep for now.

By the time he parked the car at the roadside of her apartment, it was already past eleven o'clock in the evening.

Samara unfastened her seat belt and tilted her head to look at Roland. "Thank you for tonight. You don't have to get off."

Hearing her words, Roland paused. He retracted his hands from the seat beat, placed them on the steering wheel, tapped the steering wheel, and looked at her through the half-open window. "Samara, when will it be next time?"