Chapter 7

Syria’s POV

She suddenly threw the car keys at me.

“Want to drive my car?” she asked, her eyes playful as she raised a brow at me.

I glanced at her, letting a small smile tug at the corner of my lips. “Come on, let’s go. I’ll drive.”

“That’s my girl,” she said proudly.

We climbed into her car, and I...

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