It was so quiet inside the car on their way back that the smooth, new car engine even sounded deafening. Hajin had been able to keep himself from making any notable reaction inside the room, but that was because he lowered his head until people couldn't see his face.
Sarah could see it, however, through the reflection on her brass bowl: the unblinking, cold eyes full of fury.
Finally, he understood why his master gave him those options before entering the room.
Somehow, he could return to his stern bodyguard face at the end of the meeting, and all seemed well. But when that stern face retained its coldness in the small space of the car, it was suffocating.
Sarah usually only rode on the back seat when she had to pretend to be the haughty young miss, but this time, she chose to do so because she couldn't look into Hajin's eyes.
Even at the back, she'd rather look outside the window than catch the grey eyes in the rear-view mirror, staring at the dark and cloudy sky.
