Chapter 17

As they passed through an intersection, Wendy suddenly yanked off her seatbelt. "Yves! What's wrong with you? You've been completely out of it all evening!" Yves tightened his grip on the steering wheel. The Wendy in his memories had always been gentle and soft-spoken, but she seemed different at that moment. He turned to meet her eyes. "Are you feeling alright, Wendy?" he asked, taken aback. Wendy immediately realized she had lost her composure and hurriedly adjusted her expression. "I'm sorry… I got a little scared. I guess my nerves got the better of me." She lowered her head, her long lashes casting shadows beneath her eyes. "Please don't take it to heart." Yves stared at her profile. For a moment, she felt like someone he didn't really know anymore. Just then, a message from the investigator drew his attention back. He restarted the engine and said, "My bad. I'll take you home first. You should get some rest." Wendy's fingers dug into the hem of her dress until her knuck