LONG, INTERESTING NIGHT

Scarlett and Antonio got into the car and the dust bade the grey mansion goodbye.

On the way, Scarlett kept trying to occupy herself with her phone, but it just wasn't working. She didn't feel comfortable with Antonio's silence.

Anyone that saw Antonio would think he looked perfectly fine. No one would guess that he looked angry or was angry.

But Scarlett knew him as well as she knew her dresses.

He was boiling with rage.

Not just any kind of rage.

It was that kind of rage he had when she was attacked in Paris. Never had she seen a man that angry.

Finally, Scarlett sighed in resignation and slammed her phone on the car seat.

"Antonio, why are you so quiet? You used to be the talkative one and I would be so uninterested."

Antonio took a quick glance in the front mirror.