Chapter 22

"Was the snow mountain pretty?" "How much did you drink?" He dodged my question. I turned away gloomily and stared out the car window. Then I heard Bruce say, "Don't say that I didn't warn you. Drop your schemes." I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. Then, I asked, "What schemes?" He said coldly, "Trying to be sneaky, but you're on the wrong path." Oh, so he knew. I really couldn't hide anything from him. I played it cool, "You're right, Mr. Harold. I've always been way off the track." Right after I said that, the car screeched to a halt and made me lurch forward. It took a moment for me to settle down. I opened my eyes confusedly, only to find the car stopped. Bruce was staring at me in a way he never had before. Even his arms holding the steering wheel tightened a bit. I felt something dangerous in the air. Before I could say anything, he suddenly leaned over. His fingers brushed over my shoulder, sending chills down my spine in the dim light. A soapy scent filled my