HISS— She sucked in a sharp breath from the pain, clutching her throbbing forehead as she sat in the car.
"Idiot!" Kris Cooper cursed, but his hand had already reached out, cradling her cheek and moving her palm away.
"Does it hurt?"
"Nonsense! Try hitting your own head on metal and see!"
She actually had the gall!
Seeing the small red lump blossoming on her pale, little forehead, he felt a mix of anger and heartache.
At that moment, Vera quickly shrank back.
"What are you looking at? Drive! Someone might see... Why drive such a flashy car anyway? Can't you be a bit more low-key?!"
Kris Cooper shook his head and started the car.
"What do you want to eat? Call Mrs. Feng and ask her to make it for you."
Vera looked up at him. "Are you done with work?"
"I'll take you home first, then go back. There's still work to do at the company."
She raised an eyebrow. "Then why did you even come? It's not like I can't get a taxi."
