Summer Ford's cheeks were stinging from the wind, she closed the car window and raised her voice in protest, "Ethan Laurent, slow down!"
Ethan Laurent didn't respond, the speed remained just as before.
Summer Ford could only see the speedometer spinning rapidly, swoosh swoosh swoosh, making her heart tremble.
She wasn't unfamiliar with Ethan Laurent's driving skills, she had actually experienced even faster speeds.
She really should believe in him, at least, when she was with him, he never let her get into an accident.
But today, for some reason, as Summer Ford stared at that speedometer, her heart felt as if it was being clenched by a hand, her nerves were completely on alert, and she was slightly uneasy.
Why she was uneasy, she couldn't quite say.
