The wheels rumbled over the street, and the New York street scene outside the window was extremely bustling, especially when passing through the dense theater avenue, where the passersby outside were as thick as fish in the sea.
The interior of the carriage was dimly lit, and a beam of light occasionally flickered past the window, casting a shadow over his deep, high brow ridge and nose bridge. His attitude was the same as usual—unyielding.
He wasn't teasing her; he was serious.
Jenny realized this, and her anger suddenly dried up in the evening breeze blowing in through the window. Although she came from a more open modern New York, even then she hadn't sunk to the point of needing to get resources through such means, and she had never met someone who could restrain her like this. At this moment, she didn't know how to face it.
Even though her mind was constantly terrified, her past had been too difficult. Now that it had come to this, she couldn't bring herself to say no. Her voice was only a little hesitant.
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