"Yes, Mr. Wood."

Raindrops were crackling on the windows, and the wipers were working non-stop.

The sudden violent wind and rain in the dark night looked particularly terrifying.

However, the inside of the car was like another world, quiet and warm.

"Shawn..."

"What's the matter? Sleepy? Hungry? Still cold?" he quickly responded.

Gale shook her head. "Neither. I found that you always like to do things but don't like to talk about them."

Some men would talk about it more than ten times if