Anya and Alvin weren't wearing seatbelts in the back seats. The sudden and harsh impact caused the couple to bounce front. Thanks to their quick reflexes, they used their hands to steady themselves. Alvin's other hand had reached Anya while the latter involuntarily shrieked his name, "Alvin…"
The middle-aged company chauffeur groaned at the sudden impact but he was in much better condition. Noticing the oddness of the truck again rushing towards the car, he slammed on the accelerator in pure fear.
Burying Anya in his arms, Alvin glanced at the truck. He was quick to deduce that the truck didn't lose control, instead, it was intentional. He turned back to the chauffeur who was driving in terror to escape.
Indeed, they needed to escape the truck but the situation was demanding and they had to be level-headed. The fear could put them in danger. And they weren't on the highway to depend on speed but the city traffic.
He gravely asked, "Could you drive?"
