Janelle Mills sat in the passenger seat again, feeling that the atmosphere was a bit unusual today.

After a dozen seconds of silence, she tried to turn her eyes to look at him, feeling that Trevor was a bit strange today, "What’s wrong with you? Are you in a bad mood?"

"It’s nothing." Trevor drove, not turning his head as he asked, "What do you want for breakfast?"

"I’m good with anything, it’s up to you." Janelle stared at him unblinkingly, "Did you finish the cake? How was the taste?"

Thinking of those moments last night, she felt quite happy, but didn’t dare to show it.

"I brought it back, haven’t eaten it yet." Trevor’s tone softened a lot, he really wanted to ask who that man earlier was, and what was his relationship with her, hugging so early in the morning.

But he also knew he had no standing to ask.

Janelle spoke up again, updating him, "I told my mom about my dad’s real marital status last night. She was really shocked and couldn’t believe it."

Trevor didn’t respond, driving seriously, lost in thought.

She diverted her gaze and continued the topic, "But I feel there’s a possibility they could get back together. You can tell my mom is still concerned about him."

"Who is he?" Trevor’s lips parted lightly.

"My dad, who else?" Janelle found it amusing, was he listening to her at all?

Trevor turned his head and clarified, "Who was that man just now?"

"You mean Norberto?" Janelle’s mind clicked, "The foreign guy in the snow?"

"Yeah."

Janelle looked at him and answered honestly, "A friend I met on a trip, haven’t seen him in three years. We traveled in Eurosia with a group for half a month, he’s a photographer, took a lot of pictures for us, why?"

Haven’t seen him in three years? Just a fleeting acquaintance?

Trevor seemed to secretly breathe a sigh of relief, as long as it’s not someone clinging by her side constantly.

"Does he like you?" Trevor asked while driving, "Is that so?"

"No way!" Janelle denied immediately, then turned her head in shock, "We haven’t had any contact! What would he like about me? Did you... did you see us hugging? He’s French, that’s just their custom." 𝗳𝚛𝚎𝚎𝘄𝕖𝕓𝕟𝕠𝚟𝚎𝕝.𝗰𝕠𝐦

Trevor certainly believed her words, but he also understood that this morning he was jealous! Completely full of it!

He hadn’t digested it yet!

Perhaps it’s only now he realized that he had fallen for the girl beside him.

Loving truly, loving passionately, loving to the point of not allowing others to get close to her...

But Trevor is a very cautious person, and he knows that girls value a sense of ritual, so even when confessing, he wants to be prepared, not abrupt, and not too casual, wanting to leave a deep impression on her.

"Are you busy tomorrow?" Trevor asked her again.

The girl turned her head, "For what?"

"Tomorrow night, I’ll give you an address, come find me," Trevor had a thought in mind, and he would act on it.

Can’t let Norberto get ahead.

Can’t wait any longer, he’s afraid to miss the chance, after all, Janelle is also remarkable.

And that guy Julian Hawthorne is quietly watching too!

Janelle didn’t agree to his request, because she didn’t know what he was planning, he seemed so strange today.

Does he like her or not? Sometimes she just can’t figure it out.

Some moments felt exactly like love, while others... seemed to fall short of even friendship.

This situation left Janelle feeling worn out, she turned her head to look at him again, noticing his cold expression was much warmer.

Trevor always gave her a feeling of being so close, yet so far away.