Shirley called for a taxi and waited by the roadside of the villa. She was trembling.
Braden followed Shirley. His large palm gripped her wrist. Braden looked at Shirley with concern. He asked, "You don't look well. What's wrong?"
"I was angered by your lover!"
Shirley said unhappily.
Shirley wanted to shake off Braden's hand, but she was too weak. Shirley had no strength at all and could not shake Braden's hand off.
"How do you feel? I'll take you to the hospital."
Braden was worried about Shirley. He didn't want Shirley to leave alone. So, Braden was about to drive his car.
"I don't need you to pretend to care about me!"