Renata regained her senses and asked incredulously, "Are you crazy, Charles?"

"Maybe I am!"

She grabbed the car handle. She intended to open the door and get out, but it was locked. There was nothing she could do to open it.

Renata turned to glare at Charles, "What exactly do you want?"

It was dimly lit inside.

Charles looked extraordinarily captivating in his white shirt. He stared at her quietly. His expression carried a hint of a unique sternness and maturity. They made him very attract