The wind grew colder as Lu Tian stood in the driveway of the Ji mansion. He had just watched his wife get into one of Grandfather Ji's cars and drive away. He didn't go back inside but remained frozen in place, dazed.
The look on her face replayed in his mind.
Hurt. Betrayal.
A look she had never given him before.
The moment their eyes met, he knew—nothing he said would reach her. All he could do was agree to give her the space she asked for.
But that didn't mean he was going to let her go alone.
He went back inside, grabbed Inu, and left. He had to follow her, even if it meant staying at a distance, to make sure she was safe.
His car caught up with hers in time. He wasn't sure if she noticed, but relief washed over him when he saw she was driving normally.
He kept a close eye on the back of her car, reading the license plate over and over like a mantra. The thought of losing her again was unbearable. Then, a chilling realization struck him.
It was rush hour.
