"What do you want to eat?" Tristan looked at her gently.
Hazel smiled. "Anything. You can decide."
"Shall we have a french cuisine?"
"Sure."
The two of them chatted and laughed as they walked past Chase's car.
In the car, the look on Chase's face was so ugly.
Chase's strong possessiveness toward Hazel made it impossible for him to accept that she was flirting with another man.
"Hazel, I will definitely make you beg in front of me…"
Chase did not get out of the car. He stepped on the accelerator and drove past Hazel and Tristan.
"Be careful!" Tristan and Hazel dodged. The inertia of the car almost flipped them over.
Tristan supported Hazel and cursed at the back of the car, "The driver's crazy. Does he know how to drive?"
Hazel glanced at the license plate number and her heart sank.
It was Chase's car.
Fortunately, he had only given them a warning and did not really drive straight at them.
