All the way back to the hotel, there was only silence in the car. Lilia was repeatedly stealing glances at Jean, who kept staring out the window without saying a word. Lilia struggled to find a topic of conversation, but her brain seemed to refuse to work.
Jean suddenly spoke, "...You know who helped you, right?"
Lilia jumped at Jean's words. "I-I ..."
"Do not lie to me. You might trick the cop, but you can't trick me." Jean turned his head with a sharp gaze.
Lilia sighed, "... Yes, I know who helped me."
Jean leaned over and tapped the glass separating the taxi driver from them, "Stop here."
Lilia looked at her fiancé in confusion as the car pulled up. Jean paid the fare and led Lilia out of the car.
"Jean, what ...?"
Lilia's question was interrupted when the man suddenly hugged her tightly.
"I've wanted to do this since earlier. You don't like it when I do it in front of other people, right?" Jean whispered in Lilia's ear.