She pulled the car door inward with force again, but the man before her had a surprisingly strong grip.
"What are you trying to do?" Her tone was light, but if listened carefully, one could hear her unfamiliarity and resistance toward him.
"Didn't you sprain your ankle? I'll take you back."
"There's no need. I'll call my assistant to pick me up later,..."
Before she could finish speaking, she was lifted into the air. He effortlessly scooped her out of the driver's seat and into his own car.
"Aren't you done yet?"
"Between you and me, it will never be over." He wasn't annoyed by her attitude; instead, he maintained a calm, indifferent demeanor.
Sophie Smith knew that even if she argued with him endlessly, he might not even pay her the slightest attention, which would only make her feel ridiculous.
Heh, a quarrel isn't a one-person matter; it takes two to argue.
After a whole day of this, she was indeed a bit tired.
