Lorenzo started to drive the car, and the car began to leave that place. Lorenzo's face was still tense.

There was no smile on his face. His gaze was focused on the road ahead.

He was reluctant to invite Blanca to talk because he didn't want to talk about anything. He was afraid of saying the wrong thing that would cause the problem.

At that moment, Blanca asked. "What's wrong?"

"It's nothing," Lorenzo answered in a flat tone without even looking at Blanca.

Blanca, who was getting that answer, took a deep breath and let it out slowly. Indeed, Lorenzo's behavior tested her patience at that moment.

"I mean, why...