Victor Chadwick's countenance no longer bore a sharp force, only concern and helplessness.
He gently lowered Monica Baldwin's frozen feet into his opened clothes and wrapped them snugly, then massaged her palm with his hands until warmth returned to her legs. He didn't release her feet until then, and he looked into her eyes with profound depth.
"I'm okay," Monica hurriedly reassured him, fearing that Victor wouldn't believe her. She stressed, "Really."
Noting Victor's silence, she continued her explanation, "I am an A-rank Model. You, more than anyone else, know that I am not a kind-hearted person. I have relied on an unwavering resilience to get to where I am today. I know what I am doing, so can you stop worrying so much?"
Victor still didn't speak; instead, he shifted his gaze to Brady Anderson through the rearview mirror who was observing him.