After a second’s worth of hesitation, she chose to trust him. She was surprised that he was still in the country. This was a merciful stroke of luck in her misfortune.
She amplified the sound on her phone and hurriedly followed the road ahead. The street lights cast a long shadow on her figure. The sound of her high heels clicking against the ground seemed particularly sudden. Every moment seemed to drum heavily into her heart. She forced herself to act tough, too afraid to turn around. Her eyes glistened with tears. “I’m walking. Where are you?”
Based on the current state of their relationship, she wasn’t sure of what else to say aside from asking him where he was.
Sylvain seemed to be driving. He quickly answered, “I’m close.”
His voice echoed through the phone, piercing through the quiet night and providing her with a strange sense of assurance. Only then did she realize how good it was to hear his voice, clear and rife with magnetism.
After more than ten minutes, which was full of terror for her, a red sports car swiftly passed by her like the wind. It suddenly stopped then reversed to her side. “Get in.”
Robin heard Sylvain’s voice and frantically opened the car door, getting inside. Her body was still trembling uncontrollably. “Thank you…”
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