Chapter 37

Lance lowered his eyes, hiding the darkness in his gaze. They fell silent again. Tara could sense that something was off about the atmosphere, but she didn't think too much about it. It was about a half-hour drive from the airstrip to the vacation villa. During the ride, she didn't dare look around too much in Lance's car, nor did she speak to him. The silence in the car carried a subtle tension. "Is your hometown in Zentara?" Lance asked, breaking the silence. Tara hadn't expected him to ask about her hometown. The original host had indeed been born in a small town in Zentara, and her parents were just regular folks. Nodding, she responded, "Yes, a small town in Zentara." Her impression of Lance was still stuck on her second day after arriving in this world. He had woken up drunk and looked at her indifferently. Then, he demanded her to get out without sparing her another glance. Later, when they were stuck in the art studio together, he'd painted a portrait of her, which she