"Chase…"
"Hurry up," Chase said.
Lyra had no choice but to get up and leave the restaurant with him.
After getting back into the car, Chase remained silent. He turned on the ignition as soon as Lyra fastened her seatbelt.
Just as the car left the car park, they happened to see a silver Bentley coming toward them.
Chase felt a sudden shock upon seeing the car that he suspected belonged to Hazel.
He glanced at the license plate. It was indeed Hazel's car.
He reckoned that Hazel also came to this place to eat.
Thinking of this, Chase looked displeased, suspecting that Hazel must have made an appointment with a man. It was rare for someone to come to such a high–end restaurant alone to eat.
"Lyra, I have something to do now, so I can't send you back," Chase said, stepping on the brake abruptly and stopping the car on the roadside. "Please take a taxi by yourself."
