'Forget it!'
Mary chose to ignore them. With the long ride ahead of them, she might as well sleep. 'They could talk all they want, ' she thought.
Squeezing her eyes shut, she snuggled herself in the backseat, leaning against the door beside her.
William drove the car while chatting with the man beside him. However, he still secretly observed the figure behind them.
It turned out he could do three things at the same time.
"What do you want to eat tonight?" Frank asked.
"Well..." he trailed off as he glanced at the rearview mirror. Upon seeing the woman behind them, his gaze narrowed almost immediately and his face darkened with so much intensity.
'She's sleeping?' His fingers gripped the wheel in front of him, and his teeth gnashed together. Was she really that annoyed with him?
Did she really hate him that much? Various thoughts ran through his mind, and his grip on the wheel tightened even further. All conversations were gone from his mind. Instead, all he could do was focus on the woman at the back.
"Damn it!" he cursed furiously. Seeing that she still continued to ignore him, William slammed his foot onto the accelerator and the car sped away. It was a good thing that the highway was free of cars, else he'd be asking for a car accident.
Just as they were about to stop at the intersection, he quickly maneuvered his foot onto the brakes. The luxury car that had been running on a hundred miles per hour stopped sharply just before the pedestrian lane.
Bang!
At the stop, Mary's head slammed against the driver seat, waking her up in an instant.
"Ouch!" she hissed, clutching the side of her head. A small s
er story. He didn't waste any time before he placed her finger on his lips.
"What..." she sputtered out, flushing dark red. "What the hell are you doing?" She tried her best to wrestle under his hold. However, just as she turned around, she found Frank standing by the kitchen door, frozen on his feet. She stiffened.
Frank stared at them as if they had just committed the worst possible crime one could've ever done. His eyes were dark and sullen, and if she looked even closer, she could see that his bottom lip was trembling.
William's lips were still on her finger.
Immediately, she gathered all the strength she had left and wrenched her hand away.
"I swear, you're such an idiot," William shouted. "I'll get the band aid, okay?"
Mary didn't say another word. Instead, she simply stared at the man standing in front of her.
Noticing that she wasn't answering, he turned around to see what she was looking at. His back stiffened upon seeing Frank staring at them with furrowed eyebrows and narrowed eyes.
"Frank!" he yelled out.
"William..." Frank smiled bitterly. "Having fun, aren't you?"
His hands trembled as a small ball curled around his throat. Frank gulped, blinking the tears away as he stared at the seemingly loving couple in front of him. It was such a small wound, yet the man acted as if it was the end of the world! 'William, ' he thought mournfully. 'Are you that taken with her?'
Sensing the awkward tension that had fluttered across them, Mary plastered a small smile on her face. "You're overreacting, William," she joked. "It's really nothing. I'll just deal with this. You can continue with your dinner."