ir bit her lower lip. What could she say now, except reply in affirmative? She had wanted to throw up


    a tantrum in front of him, but it hadn’t gone as she expected. She sat up straight in the passenger seat,


    as if conceding to him. But she still didn’t want to give up and said stubbornly, “You saved my Life. But I


    won’t behave humbly in front of you just because you’re my savior.”


    As he started the car, he replied coldly, “Yes, I know. It was my job to save you. You don’t need to thank


    me for that.”


    “Huh? So in your eyes, it’s your job and duty to save people, right? So does that mean everyone you


    save means the same to you?” When she was saying the first sentence, she felt her heart aching for


    Wesley. He had always made saving and helping people his belief and life’s mission.


    She recalled that he had told her many times he was born to serve the country and its people.


    However, when she was saying the second sentence, she felt sad for her own self. He had saved her


    life twice-her parents’ incident and the sh floods. It Looked Like she was just one of the many people


    he had saved. And they both knew it: he would spare no efforts to save anyone regardless of who it


    was.


    It made no difference to him whether the person in danger was ir or aplete stranger. It was his


    duty to dive into death headlong and protect others. This realization upset her very much.


    “You’re right,” he answered. That was the worst part. He didn’t try to deny her im.


    At that moment, ir’s heart broke.


    After a moment of silence, ir took a deep breath. She wanted to rify things. She asked him in a


    calm voice, “Colonel Wesley, can you tell me what exactly our rtionship is now?”


    She was thinking, ‘We’re not neighbors, we’re not friends, and we’re not lovers. Then what are we to


    each other?*


    Wesley was concentrating on driving the car and didn’t answer; she didn’t press him. After a while, he


    finally seemed toe to a decision and told her, “Good friends.”


    “Good friends? Screw you! What kind of good friends will kiss each other so passionately? Pressing me


    up against a car!’


    ir was nearly angered to death by this idiot and his idiotic response.


    Oblivious to their problems, the car sped smoothly along the city road.


    ir closed her eyes and leaned back against the seat. She decided against speaking to him before


    they arrived at the apartment. The longer they were on the road, the slower would be his responses


    because his mind would be on the car.


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    She soon felt the car slow down. She opened her eyes to look at the road and there weren’t any traffic


    Lights in front of them.


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    She tilted her head to look at Wesley. The man kept throwing nces at the front right while


    maneuvering the car carefully.


    ir followed Wesley’s gaze. She saw that a crowd had gathered around an apartment building. They


    were all Looking up at something.


    Before she could figure out what happened, Wesley suddenly sped up, heading straight into the


    parking lot in front, and yanked the wheel to get the car to stop faster.


    He was there in no time t.


    “Wait for me!” he told ir. With that, he unfastened his seatbelt, opened the car door and sprang out


    in one swift move.


    Before she knew it, he had left the car and disappeared into the crowd.


    Once she unbuckled, she was able to get to a better vantage point.


    Watching from the car window, ir realized that it must be something urgent.


    Instantly, she opened the door and jumped out of the car as well.