Chapter 33

A long arm shot out, stopping her from slumping over. "Tessa Howard, I know you're not drunk—cut the act." Julian's patience had clearly hit its limit. Tessa opened her eyes—they were clear as day. She looked at him with a mix of hurt and bitterness. "Does it really have to be like this?" Julian snapped, "That's what I should be asking you. Either sit properly or get the hell out." His tone was like ice, sharp and commanding. Yeah, he was furious for real. Up front, the driver was holding his breath, terrified to make any sound. Claire couldn't help stealing a glance through the rearview mirror. She saw Tessa sitting stiffly, her eyes misted over, trying hard to hold back tears. "Stop the car!" Tessa suddenly yelled. The driver didn’t budge—he only listened to Julian. Claire, worried Tessa might get emotional and try to jump out, quickly told the driver to lock the doors. Good call—next second, she really reached for the handle, but it was already locked. Still, even when she pulled a