The traffic light turned red at the intersection ahead.

Noah stopped the car and said dryly, “My future wife can look after Holly if I get married again. What’s the matter? Are you worried that someone might abuse her?”

Then, he leaned over and looked at her.

Gwynn merely remained quiet.

Resting her cheeks on her seat, some strands of her hair fell on her arm. Actually, they fell on top of his shirt, but that didn’t stop the tingling and arousing sensation from reaching into his bones.