It was amazing, the suffocating fear vanished in an instant, and a sense of security swept over me - I was even standing in the street - all the moment I heard his voice. I jumped into my seat and slammed the door behind me shut.

It was dark in the car, and no light came in even when the door was open, and I could barely see his face through the red light from the dashboard. He turned the car to the north, the tires screeching. The car accelerated so fast that it swerved towards the stunned men in the street. As we drove straight out of the street and accelerated toward the bay, I could only catch a glimpse of them fleeing onto the pavement.

"Fasten your seatbelts." He commanded, and I realized that my hands were clutching my seat. I quickly complied with the order. The snapping sound of the seat belts snapping together makes them particularly loud in the dark. He swerved to the left, pushing forward, passing several red lights in quick succession without stopping.

But at the moment I just feel a sense of absolute security, completely unconcerned about where we are going. I gazed into his face and felt a deep sense of relief that even surpassed my feeling of unexpected salvation. In the faint light, I looked at his unblemished countenance, waiting for my breathing to return to normal, until I remembered that the look on his face was one of brutal rage.

"Are you alright?" I asked, surprised to find that my voice sounded hoarse.

"Nope." He replied briefly, still in an angry tone.

I sat in silence, looking at his face, his fiery eyes staring straight ahead, until the car suddenly came to a sharp stop. I looked around, but it was so dark outside that I couldn't see anything but the vague black shadows of the trees on both sides of the road. We're no longer in town.

"Imia?" It was clear from his voice that he was trying to control himself.

"What's wrong?" My voice was still hoarse. I tried to clear my throat without making a sound.

"Are you alright?" He still didn't look at me, but the fury on his face couldn't be more palpable.

"Yes." I said softly in a hoarse voice.

"Please distract me." He ordered.

"Excuse me, what are you talking about?"

He exhaled sharply.

"Say anything that doesn't matter until I'm calm." He explained, closing his eyes and pressing the bridge of his nose with his thumb and forefinger.

"Ugh." I searched painfully for the trivial things in my mind. "I'm going to drive over Moore Ham before class starts tomorrow."

His eyes were still tightly closed, but the corners of his mouth twitched slightly.

"Why?"

"He told everybody that he was going to take me to the official ball—whether he was sick or trying to make amends for the last time he almost killed me...... Well, as you remember, somehow he thought that the formal ball was a good time to do that. So I reckon if I endanger his life once, the two of us will be even, and he won't have to make amends. I don't need an enemy, and if he lets me go, maybe Mesa will give up against me. Maybe I'll have to destroy his Centra completely, though. If he didn't have a car, he wouldn't be able to take anyone to the official ball......" I kept nagging.

"I've heard these rumors." His voice sounded calmer.

"Really?" I asked, incredulous, the anger of my earlier burning again. "If he had been paraplegic from the neck down, he wouldn't have been able to go to the prom either." I murmured, figuring out my plan.

Roger sighed and finally opened his eyes.

"Better?"

"Not at all."

I waited, but he stopped talking. He leaned his head back in his chair and stared at the ceiling in the car. His expression was resolute.

"What's going on?" My voice was low as if it were whispering in my ear.

"Sometimes I have a hard time controlling my temper, Imia." He also whispered, his eyes narrowing into two slits as he looked out the window. "But it won't do me any good, even if I turn around and go back and find the ......," he looked away, struggling again for a long time before he could control his anger. At least," he continued. "It's an excuse for trying hard to convince myself."

"Oh." It's clearly not an appropriate word, but I can't think of a better answer.

Once again, we sat in silence. I glanced at the clock on the dashboard. It's half past six.

"Mary and Reilis will be worried." I whispered. "I should have met with them."

He started the engine without a sound, turned the car smoothly, and sped back into town. We drove back to the street lights almost immediately, but it was still too fast, and we made a detour through the gap in the slow-moving traffic on the sightseeing boulevard. He pulled the car parallel to the side of the road, in an empty space that I thought was a little too small for this Volvo, but he had no trouble parking it all at once. I looked out the window and saw the lights of the "Rabelle Restaurant". Mary and Reilis were coming out of the store, anxiously walking in the opposite direction from us.

"How do you know where to ......?" I opened my mouth, but then just shook my head. I heard the door open and turned around to see him getting out of the car.

"What are you going to do?" I asked.

"I'm going to take you to dinner." He smiled softly, but his eyes remained resolute. He stepped out of the car and closed the door. I unbuckled my seatbelt and hurried out of the car. He was waiting for me on the sidewalk.

Before I could speak, he spoke: "Before I try to go after them again, go and stop Mary and Reilis." If I run into some of your other friends, I don't think I'll be able to control myself. ”

The threat in his words sent shivers down my sleeve.

"Mary! Reilis! "I shouted behind their backs, and when they turned around, I waved my hands hard. They turned and rushed back at me, but the obvious relief on their faces turned to surprise when they saw the person standing with me. They were hesitating only a meter or two away from me.

"Where have you been?" Mary's voice was full of suspicion.

"I'm lost." I coyly admitted. "Then I ran into Roger." I gestured to him.

"Can I join you?" He asked in a silky, irresistible voice. I could tell from the look of surprise on their faces that he had never used his talent against them before.

"Hmm...... Of course. Mary gasped.

"Well, actually, Imia, we ate while we waited—sorry." Reilistan White Road.

"It's okay - I'm not hungry." I shrugged.

"I think you'd better eat something." Roger's voice was low, but full of majesty. He looked up at Mary and raised his voice slightly. "Do you mind if I drive Imia home tonight? That way you don't have to wait while she's eating. ”

"Well, no problem, I guess......" She bit her lip, trying to tell from my expression which was what I wanted. I winked at her. I don't want anything but to be with my eternal savior. I have too many questions to ask, but I can only bombard him when we are alone.

"Okay." Reilis reacted faster than Mary. "See you tomorrow, Imia...... Roger. She grabbed Mary's hand and dragged her towards the car. I saw her car not far from here, parked on First Street. When they got into the car, Mary turned around and waved at me, her face full of curiosity. I waved to them and waited until they drove away before turning to face him.

"Honestly, I'm not hungry at all." I insisted, looking up at his face. His expression was a little elusive.

"Just think it's for me."

He walked towards the door of the dining room, pushed it open, and held it up with a stubborn look. Obviously, there is no longer a negotiation. I sighed obediently and walked past him into the dining room.

It's not crowded in the restaurant - it's the off-season at Port Aoxiang. The shopkeeper was a woman, and I read the look in her eyes as she examined Roger. She welcomed him warmly, somewhat excessively. I was amazed at how upsetting it could be. She was more than a dozen centimeters taller than me, and she was so beautiful that she defied the laws of nature.

"Is there a place for two people?" Whether he did it intentionally or unintentionally, his voice was too seductive. I saw her eyes glance at me quickly, then look away. Apparently she was quite pleased with my mediocre appearance, and with the fact that Luo was cautious and kept no physical distance between us. She took us to the middle of the most crowded part of the dining area, a table large enough to seat four people.

I was about to sit down when Roger shook his head at me.

"Maybe somewhere more private?" He quietly insisted on the shopkeeper. I'm not too sure, but it looks like he expertly tipped her a little. I've never seen anyone turn down a seat, except in an old movie.

"Of course." She sounded as surprised as I was. She turned and led us around a partition wall to a small circle of booths—all empty. "How's it going here?"

"Excellent." His glittering smile flashed and immediately captivated her.

"Ugh." - she shook her head and blinked - "Your attendant will be there soon." She walked away with an unsteady pace.

"You really shouldn't do that to someone else." I criticized. "It's so unfair."

"Do what?"

"It's so bewildering that she's probably gasping for air in the kitchen right now."

He seemed confused.

"Oh, come on." I said skeptically. "You have to know the impact you're going to have on others."

He tilted his head to one side, his eyes full of curiosity. "I'm fascinated by people?"

"Didn't you notice? Do you think everyone can do whatever they want so easily? ”

He ignored my questions. "Am you dizzy with me?"

"It always does." I confessed.

Then, our waiter arrived, and she looked expectant. The shopkeeper had apparently gone behind the scenes to serve the food, but the new girl didn't look disappointed at all. She tucked her short black hair behind her ears and smiled a little too passionately.

"Hello, my name is Nebisen, and I will be your attendant tonight. Would you like something to drink? "I can't be mistaken, she only spoke to him alone.

He looked at me.

"I want a Coke." Sounds like a question sentence.

"Two glasses of Coke." He said.

"Delivered to you right away." She assured him with another hot smile. But he didn't see it. He was looking at me.

"What's wrong?" I asked as she walked away.

His gaze stayed on my face: "How are you feeling?" ”

"I'm fine." I replied, surprised at his nervousness.

"You don't feel dizzy, nauseous, cold...... Is it? ”

"Should I feel that way?"

My tone was full of confusion, which made him chuckle.

"Well, I was waiting for you to come back from the shock." He twisted his face into a perfectly crooked smile.

"I don't think that's going to happen." I didn't say until I could breathe smoothly again. "I'm usually good at forgetting unpleasant things."

"It's still the same, as long as you can have some sweets and food in there, I'll feel better."

As if to get a hint, the hostess showed up with our drinks and a basket of baked rolls. When she put these things on the table, she stood with her back to me.

"Are you ready to order?" She asked Roger.

"Imia?" He asked. Reluctantly, she turned to face me.

I ordered the first thing I saw on the menu. "Uh...... I want mushroom ravioli. ”

"What about you?" She turned to look at him with a smile.

"No need." He said. Of course not.

"Let me know if you change your mind." The shy smile was still there, but he wasn't looking at her at all, and she went away unhappy.

"Drink." He ordered.

I obediently sipped my soda and gulped it down. I was surprised to find out how thirsty I was. When he pushed his bottle to me, I realized that I had finished the whole bottle.

"Thank you." I whispered, still feeling thirsty. The chill from the chilled soda spread across my cheeks, and I couldn't help but shiver.

"Are you cold?"

"Just for Coke's sake." I explained, and there was another cold war.

"Didn't you bring a jacket?" His voice was full of disapproval.

"Brought it." I looked at the empty bench next to me. "Oh—I left it on Mary's car." That's when I remembered.

Roger began to take off his jacket. It dawned on me that I hadn't noticed what he was wearing once—not just tonight, but always. I just couldn't take my eyes off his face. Now, I forced myself to look at his clothes and concentrate on it. He was taking off a light beige leather jacket with an ivory turtleneck underneath. The sweater hugged him closely, emphasizing how strong his chest was.

He handed me the jacket, interrupting my affectionate gaze.

"Thank you." I said it again, and then I slipped my arms into his jacket. The dress was cool—like the feeling of my jacket hanging in the airy hallway for the first time in the morning. I shivered again. This dress smells great. I took a deep breath to discern what the sweet aroma was. It doesn't smell like cologne. The sleeves were too long, so I pushed them up so that my hands could be free.

"This blue color complements your skin perfectly." He looked at me and said. I was so surprised that I had to bow my head and blush as a matter of course.

He pushed the basket of bread in front of me.

"Really, I wasn't hit at all." I objected.

"You should have done - normal people get hit. You don't look moved. He seemed a little shaken. He stared into my eyes. And I saw that his eyes were so bright, brighter than any I had ever seen, the color of golden sugar.

"It makes me feel safe with you." I confessed, once again hypnotized by him to tell the truth.

"It's more complicated than I planned." He muttered to himself in a low voice.

I picked up a baking roll and began to eat it in small bites, gauging his expression. I wonder when it's appropriate to ask him questions.

"When your eyes are so bright, you're usually in a better mood." I commented, trying to divert his attention from the thought that made him frown and sullen.

He looked at me in surprise: "What? ”