Lincoln sped all the way.
Gradually, he drove out of the city center.
The scenery outside the car window became expansive, and Olivia Lewis faintly heard the sound of waves crashing against the shore. She curiously turned her head to glance at the man resting with his eyes closed in the seat, pursing her lips tightly.
Adam Sinclair had bruises at the corner of his mouth.
She noticed them when they were at the hospital; she only saw how he deliberately used concealer to cover them up, pretending not to notice.
She actually really wanted to ask about what happened today, why there were fight marks on his face. But she could tell he didn't want to talk about it. She chose to respect his wishes and not ask.
Half an hour later, the car came to a stop.
The bodyguard from earlier helped them open the car door and respectfully said, "Young Master Sinclair, we've arrived."
