Chapter 97

It was just after five, and although the sun was nearing the horizon, the oppressive heat lingered. The combination of the sweltering temperature, her foul mood, and a recent argument made her feel ready to burst. Kathleen glared at him. "I said, it wouldn't concern you if I were hit and killed!" The moment she spoke, Shawn's face darkened, his gaze becoming intense and menacing. Kathleen knew she had done nothing wrong, so she wasn't intimidated by him at all. She looked him in the eye with defiance. "Thanks for the offer to pick me up, but I don't need it," she stated. Kathleen wasn't one to lose her temper easily; she typically brushed things off. However, Shawn's recent behavior had become intolerable to her. She didn't see any reason to remain stuck in their situation, especially since they weren't even in a relationship where arguing made sense. Unwilling to put up with it anymore or make any compromises, and finding the entire situation utterly pointless, she turned