Chapter 147 Why

He took a step forward and stared at her aggressively.

Only then did Cierra take out the car keys. When he heard the sound of the lock locking, he felt a chill down his spine.

Then, she was held in his arms, and the other side of her body was pressed against the car door.

They were in a strange way, but there was an indescribable sense of ambiguity.

"Draven, you..."

Cierra swallowed and looked at him like a frightened bird.

After a long while, she spat out a few words, "The lock..."

He lowered his eyes and stared at her. After a while, Draven raised his head and took a step back expressionlessly. "Open the door."

There was no extra emotion, and there was even a hint of coldness as if someone had offended him.

Cierra frowned. She didn't do anything just now, did she?

He was the one who let her get the car keys, and she just complained about it. "It can't be, can it? How could that bastard be so unpleasant?"