Chapter 93 Roy, You’re a F*cking Madman

• Lena wore a faint smile as she replied, “I suppose it’s because of the slippery roads.”
• I traced a finger along the edge of the glass. “Perhaps you’re right. Luckily, I had help, or else I wouldn’t be able to sit and dine with you here now.”
• “You had help?” Lena’s tone indicated a question. She was sitting on my right-hand side, so I was able to spot her clenching her fists that were resting on her lap.