The car slowed to a stop, and the man who had been silent beside her finally spoke. Although his voice sounded cold, she could hear that he cared about her.
"How is your leg now? What did the doctor say?"
Joanna Lawrence turned her head and smiled at him, "You finally wanted to talk to me? Does this mean you're not angry with me anymore?"
Ashton Heath was taken aback, his eyebrows furrowing, "Why would I be angry with you?"
"Aren't you angry?" Joanna replied evasively. "You didn't say a word to me when I got in the car. You didn't even ask me what I ate tonight, whether I had fun today, or share with me what you did today."
"Every time I get in the car, you help me put on my seatbelt, but you didn't do that earlier."
"If this isn't you being angry, what is?"
Ashton Heath: "Since you know I'm angry, do you know why I'm angry?"
"I think I should know." Joanna bit her lip corner softly and asked in a low voice, "Is it because you saw my hot search today? About Frank Parker?"