Juur before Linning work, Ingrid received a message Timm Quincy on WhatsApp
Team my soy to pack you up. Trallic’sa bit heavy, so I’ll be there in about ten minutes”
“Na neved, taking the bus is really convenient for me”
“Talost there. If you get out early, just wait for me for a bit.”
They were still jo friends, but Ingrid didn’t mind seeing where things would go. She finally replied, “You can’t park in front of the hospital”
She then sent him the location of the wearest parking spot.
After work, Ingrid pot on her coat and walked downstales with her colleagues. Since most of them took the bas, she said, “You pays go ahead, I’m heading this way”
One of themed an eyebrow. “Ms. Lenne, is your boyfriend picking you up?”
However, Ingrid just smiled without answering “See you tomorrow”
She wasn’t trying to be secretive–the just wasn’t about to label something uncertain. She had learned the hard way that assuming a relationship before it was official only led to trouble.
At the parking lot, she met up with Quincy, and he handed her a brown paper bag. The front was decorated with a cartoon rabbit–food from her favorite spot.
“Thanks.” Ingrid said.
The Quincy pulled out a plastic bowl from behind his back, filled to the brim with spicy beef consommé.
Ingrid’s face lit up, and she was practically beaming “Thank you!”
Not mopping there, Quincy reached into his pocket and took out a paper–wrapped parcel. He opened it to reveal freshly fried golden pock. nuggets.
Ingrad blanked, then looked up at him. “If you pull a fondue fountain out next, I might just — *
Joey smirked. “If I do, what’s in it for me?
Ingrid raised her thumb. Tll ackowledge you as my kind of pry.”
With a confident grin. Quincy opened the passenger door. Ingrid peeked inside, suddenly feeling a bit nervous–on the seat sat a whole bucket of chil–spiced chicken skewers.
“I don’t have a van. If I tried to bring a fonder fountain with this car, I’d probably crash and end up in the hospital,” Quincy joked.
Ingrid’s smile widened, not because of his humor, but because she was genuinely excited about those chicken skewers
Quincy, self–aware as ever, admitted, “I thought about getting you flowers, but I figured you’d probably prefer a flower salad. So I went for the practical choice.”
Ingrid nodded seriously. “You get me.”
She climbed into the passenger seat, and Quincy shut the door for her before getting into the driver’s seat.
The hospital’s open–air parking lot was parked with cars. As Quincy reversed out of the space, a black sedan suddenly sped past his rear bumper, missing his car by mere inches. Quincy Instinctively slammed the bakes.
He turned to Ingrid, who was still focused on her chicken skewers “Are you okay?”
Ingrid’s heart had jumped for a moment, but she kept her expression calm. I’m fine. Almost lost my pork nuggets, though.”
Quincy grumbled, “Who the hell speeds near a hospital
The parking lot had an exit fee, and they reached the gate about ten seconds later. In front of them was the same black can.
A first glance, it looked like a typical sedan However, in reality, it was a luxury Hyundai Equus, a car worth nearly 100 grand
Lapid’s face darkened, and suddenly, her chicken skewers lost their flavor. It was Jasper.
Het imitation wasn’t just from tumping into him—it was the way he had just driven. He was blatantly being provocative.
They wained, and waited But the car in front didn’t move. The barrier arm remained down
A few moments later, two more cars pulled up behind quincy’s, and they were all stuck waiting for the first ear to move.
Quincyfrowned. “What the hell is going on?
Betone he could say no, the driver’s door of the black Equus opened. Arall, well–built figure stepped out. Jasper, who was dressed in a coffee–colored trench coat, walked straight toward
them.
Ingrid’s heart Seaped up into her throat as she watched him approach through the window Jasper didn’t look at her, and he wasn’t headed for the passenger
He walked straight to Quincy’s window and mocked on the glass Quincy then rolled it down.
