Chapter 297 Yes, I do.

After dinner, Arno Jones and Dora Bush walked out of the restaurant hand in hand.

"I'll drive the car here."

"Okay."

Seeing Arno walking towards the parking lot, Dora put her hands in her windbreaker pockets, lowered her head, and stared at her toes idly.

"Stop the car!"

The sudden voice made Joseph White, who was focusing on driving, stepped on the brake.

The tires screeched as they rubbed against the ground.

"What’s wrong with you, Freya Bush!"...