Chapter 55 Fifty-five

• Grace glanced at Dante who sat in the driver’s seat, driving towards the base. Earlier, he said there was a problem. But of course, he wouldn’t spill the details of the problem. Also, what has it got to do with her?
• “I thought you hated me?” She suddenly asked out loud, turning her head to face his that was focused on the road.
• Dante wasn’t focused on driving, his mind was all over the place as the image of a certain girl on stage kept coming up in his mind.