"Yes."
I reply indifferently.
"Get in the car. It's not easy to get a taxi here. Let me give you a ride."
He opens the car door and smiles at me.
I don't want to take his ride, but there really is no other car.
I don't want Frances to wait for too long, so after pondering for a while, I get in the car anyway.
There is a special pleasant smell in Noah's car.
The fragrance is very unique, but it smells good. Normally, men don't wear perfume. I guess it is
probably from Noah's fiancée, so I don't care too much about it.
Being alone with him is indeed awkward.
In order to change this strange atmosphere, I begin to chat with him about his fiancée.
"Where is your fiancée?"
"At home." He says in short, concentrating on driving.
"She fell down the other day. Is everything alright?"
As a mother, I can't help but care about the baby.
Noah glances at me and says casually, "We lost the baby."
Lost the baby?
The loss of the baby is a huge blow to a woman, but Noah says it so casually.
The man suddenly appears so unfamiliar to me.
Noah used to be gentle, considerate, kind and sincere. He was nothing like this indifferent man in front
of me.
What exactly has he experienced to make him become like this?
Is it because of me?
I feel a little distressed and dizzy.
I guess it's because I didn't sleep well last night, so I lean back and close my eyes to take a nap.
However, strange enough, soon I begin to feel exhausted.
"Jane, Jane?"
Noah calls my name with a soft voice.
I want to reply him, but my throat seems to be clogged that I can't say anything.
"Well, look at you now. Have you expected today when you turned me down?"
Noah's cold words make me shiver out of fear.
I struggle to open my eyes and see his sinister face.
The car has already stopped and he is now leaning back in his seat, sneering at me. Seeing me wake
up, he looks a little flustered.
What is he trying to do?
I feel panicked and want to get out of the car, but I find that I can't exert any strength at all.
Has he drugged me?
I am really shocked as I try to stare at him, but my eyelids are getting heavier and heavier.
Then I fall asleep anyway.
When I wake up, the car has already arrived at the shooting gymnasium.
My first reaction is to check my clothes.
They remain the same as they were before I passed out.
What happened?
Noah turns around and says to me in a gentle way, "Here you are. You can leave now. I have to go
since I have other things to do."
His expression is as gentle as usual, making me even more puzzled.
What exactly was going on? I did see his sinister face just now. I thought he had drugged me and
wanted to do something to me, but it seems that nothing has happened.
I stare at Noah in confusion and nervously say, "What's wrong with me? What happened?"
"You fell asleep as soon as you got in the car. You must be very tired," He says with a faint smile.
So what has happened was just a dream?
I can't tell.
"Thank you then."
I say so, open the door, and get out of the car.
Apart from the tiredness, I don't feel anything unusual about my body.
Perhaps, it was really a dream.
I keep thinking that way.
Until three days later.
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