How Ugly She Looks, Your Taste Is Truly Questionable

In the depths of winter, the outside world was icy and bitter cold, with winds slicing through faces like knives.

The sun outside seemed merely ornamental, incapable of offering even a hint of warmth.

Jerome's driver had already left ahead, leaving Carl to drive the car.

He stole glances through the rearview mirror at the two individuals sitting behind, not daring to breathe too loudly.

The phone vibrating incessantly in his pocket, Samson, who had arranged to meet Carl at school, grew increasingly impatient.

Despite making three or four calls in a row, each one was met with Carl ending the conversation.

He didn't dare to engage in this atmosphere!

Vivian, feeling unsettled for not being able to straighten things out with Theo, had calmed down.

Even if she were to render Theo partially incapacitated, it would only provide momentary relief and wouldn't address the underlying issue, possibly leading to even bigger troubles.