Chapter 40 Possessiveness Was Not Love

Shirley left the bar and waited for the car. The night breeze was slightly cool, brushing against her cheeks. She felt comfy. She was dressed in a white dress, with waterfall-like hair fluttering slightly in the wind. She was attractive. Many men stopped their cars, honked or whistled at her, and tried to take her for a ride. But they were all scared away by her fierce eyes. Another car came. The window slowly rolled down. It was Braden. Her eyes were cold as if she didn't know him at all. "Need a ride?" He invited. "No! We don't go to the same place." She refused. He was speechless. They lived in the same house! She didn't even try to hide her hatred. Braden didn't understand. She must be pretending. Thinking of this, he felt inexplicably happy. Even though she embarrassed him in