Melanie's pov

The tension in the car is so thick, but sharp that it could slice a man's throat.

It's so suffocating, or maybe I find it suffocating.

Since we got in the car, Mr Bright has been scowling and growling, muttering angrily under his breath.

He looked super angry, his whole body was shaking from anger, his shoulders were even tensed.

All this anger oozing off him is because of a flower, a mere flower.

"It's not just a flower, darling!" he snapped at me in a deep voice, which made me flinched back.

He's angry but still have time to read my mind, funny.

I have witnessed his...