With a loud sound, the car door was closed. Nate didn't get his mind back until the car was started and moved ahead.
He ran to it as fast as he could.
"Stop it! Stop it right now!" he shouted. Fannie was too sad to hear his confession of love just then. She wiped her eyes and noticed Nate, who was running to her in the rear-view mirror. Without hesitation, she slammed on the accelerator.
"Do you have to chase me for the car?"
She understood Nate didn't like her, or he wouldn't have set her up with different men. He treated her very well just because her mother had done his family a great favor many years ago. Nate chased the car behind for a while, then gave up.
Seeing the taillights disappearing in his sight, Nate felt like vomiting.
"F*ck!" Nate swore. "Exercises are really important. I feel like I'm dying now after running for just a short distance."
He searched in his pocket, but his phone, as well as wallet, were left in the car.
