After a meal and drinks, David Locke got a car to send everyone off.
On this winter night, it was just Mary Scott and David Locke left.
Mary had been drinking tonight, and her whole body radiated warmth. But as soon as she stepped out of the restaurant, the cold wind hit her directly, making her shiver and instinctively take a step back, only to retreat into a broad chest.
Her body stiffened, and she tried to move away, but a large, warm hand behind her pressed her in place.
"Let go." Mary didn't move, her voice hoarse as she commanded.
David wouldn't listen to her. Instead of letting go, his long arm stretched out and pulled her into an embrace.
This move completely enraged Mary. "David, I thought I made everything very clear last time."
