Through the rearview mirror, Lily Shaw saw the persistent Ferrari tailing closely, and suddenly decelerated, allowing the speeding car to catch up and abruptly accelerated when they were two to three hundred meters apart.
Aiden Grant, who had been calmly seated in the back seat, suddenly got up and, despite the violent shaking, safely settled into the front passenger seat.
"Husband, why?" Lily Shaw asked with a frown, not even looking at the man beside her.
"Let's take turns." The Eldest Young Master Grant had a steady smile on his face. He was always domineering, how could he possibly rest easy letting his woman protect him?
Lily Shaw quickly grasped his intention, her heart warmed slightly, but she firmly refused: "I will protect you."
"I am your husband." The Eldest Young Master's tone instantly turned firm and undeniable, rendering Lily Shaw momentarily speechless.
Lily Shaw was silent for a few seconds, shaking her head in refusal: "No way."
