Bonnie was confused.
The driver was confused too. "You go home in such a hurry. It's all because of your husband, isn't it?"
After a brief pause, he said in a knowing tone, "Well, you're dressed so pretty with a wedding ring. I guess your husband's worried that other men will make advances on you and wants you to hurry back quickly, right?"
Bonnie shook her head with a little shyness. "No, I have a curfew actually."
The driver snapped his fingers. "Made by your husband, right?"
"Yes."
"That's it." The driver had an all-knowing look. "That's because he's worried about other guys being around you. If not, why did he set a curfew?"
Bonnie fell silent, her hands digging deep into the knitted car seat cover.
That Sebastian set a curfew for her was because he was worried about other men being around her?
Is it true?
Because of the cab driver's words, a tiny flame suddenly rose up in her dead heart.
"Don't sit still, call your husband," the driver urged.
Subconsciously, Bonnie took out her phone and called Sebastian.
Soon the dial was answered.
"What happened?" Sebastian's voice was low and deep.
Bonnie was tense at once. "Well, it's… there's something wrong on my way back. Here on the bridge. A car pileup happened, so I was…"
"Which bridge?" asked Sebastian, stopping her in mid-sentence.
"What?"
The bright moon and a star or two were shining overhead. Her shadow was thus stretched under the brilliant moonlight. As a little breeze was blowing, she could hear the river faintly gurgling under the bridge.
Everything was so beautiful.
In the midst of the beauty, a dark black sports car was speeding in her direction.
The car pulled over in front of Bonnie after a wonderful drifting. The driver sounded the horn, an apparent signal urging Bonnie to get in.
Bonnie went around to the front passenger seat quickly, opened the door, and sat in.
"Thank you for picking me up. There was a car accident on the bridge just now. The traffic jam was too heavy to…"
"Oh, Sebastian asked me to come. He can't come right now," Rupert explained and smiled with his charming eyes curved a little.
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