Grace glanced at Dante who sat in the driver’s seat, driving towards the base. Earlier, he said there was a problem. But of course, he wouldn’t spill the details of the problem. Also, what has it got to do with her?

“I thought you hated me?” She suddenly asked out loud, turning her head to face his that was focused on the road.

Dante wasn’t focused on driving, his mind was all over the place as the image of a certain girl on stage kept coming up in his mind.

He jerked slightly when he heard her voice beside him and turned to glance at her.

“Would you quit that?”...