In this situation, everyone should think that Travis Miller is trying to protect her...
Abigail Hemsworth took a moment to process his words—
Her slap had not landed, so he wasn't seeking justice for Salma Lula.
This answer, she reluctantly accepted.
"Have you thought about how to make it up to me?"
Travis Miller glanced at her indifferently, "I didn't make you angry."
"You used the excuse of delivering my assignments to check if Salma was being bullied by my Grandpa, using me as a pretext to care about another girl. Don't you think I should be angry?"
Travis Miller silently walked to the front of the car and tapped on the window, "Open the trunk."
The driver complied, and the trunk slowly rose open the next moment.
Travis Miller walked over, bent down, and took out a box from the trunk. As he did, he opened it and said in a deep voice, "Come here."
He didn't even lift his head, nor was it clear who he was speaking to.
Abigail Hemsworth walked over.
