Kiss My Revenge The Heiress Strikes Back novel Chapter 215

"You..." Before she could get a word in, Elian had already bundled Miranda into the passenger seat and slammed the door shut. Miranda frowned but remained silent.

The driver's side door closed with a thud. Elian hit the gas, and the car roared to life.

"Where did you think you were going?" Elian's tone was icy, with a hint of arrogant irritation.

Miranda instinctively buckled her seatbelt. Was he really that in tune with her thoughts now?

Elian let out a cold snort, ready to unleash his grievances. "I came to get you myself, and you still tried to run, huh?"

Every word seemed to explode with the intensity of a firecracker.

Miranda was left speechless. Elian glanced sideways at her, noting her docile posture as she sat quietly in the passenger seat, eyes fixed on the road ahead.

Her obedient demeanor doused Elian's anger significantly. Since when had he seen Miranda so "compliant"? It was as if she was deliberately teasing him.

Miranda was actually pondering how Elian always seemed to know what she was planning. When did he become so attuned to her?

She hadn't really intended to escape; under the circumstances, she had been snatched away midway, only to be taken by Elian. If she then asked him to take her home, wouldn’t that be a bit too embarrassing?

He snorted again. "Did you really think you'd get far on your own?"

Miranda raised an eyebrow, as if questioning.

Elian's tone softened slightly, though still cold. "You should have figured out this place is top secret for regular folks. If you left alone, you'd be blindfolded and escorted back before you even got a few steps."

Miranda's initial smile softened, and she seemed taken aback slightly. She looked at Elian's profile, noting his serious and calm demeanor as he spoke, devoid of any pretense.

Miranda curved her lips. "Do they trust you?"

Elian replied lightly, "That's not my concern."

There was a touch of not entirely unlikable arrogance in his voice. He glanced at Miranda, noting her steady gaze on the road, and asked, "Aren't you going to ask me anything?"

Miranda grinned. "What's there to ask? If you can talk about it, you will. If you can't, you won't. Besides, I'm not that curious."

Her words seemed to soften Elian's gaze even further, his voice turning gentle, a smile playing at his lips. "Smooth talker."