SHEN YICHEN
Lang was restless.
He barely ate, he barely slept—neither of us did— but Lang was on a different level.
His pheromones were all over the place and his temper was beyond control, all confirming my initial suspicion.
I feared he would've broken something or injured one of us if that call had not come right when it did.
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Important to him… If only she knew in what way I was important to her son.
Mr Yichen had still not spoken a word to me. Not even when I asked if he was okay. Yes, he blatantly ignored me.
He had still not calmed down from whatever was bothering him if his uneven breathing was any indicator to go by.
It would be a miracle if that steering wheel he was clutching like he it had just called him stupid didn't break by the time we reached our destination.
I heard several vibrations coming from the backseat of the car, and when I turned and saw where it was coming from, I began to curse myself.
