Rebirth: Ice Queen
It wasn’t just infuriating—it was insulting.
Jerry leaned back in his seat as the light turned green, his tone shifting slightly. “Look, I get it. You’re all business, no fun. But maybe—just maybe—you’d find it refreshing to, I don’t know, let someone else take the lead for a change.”
Chloe’s head snapped toward him at that, her expression sharp as a knife. “Drive,” she ordered, her tone colder than the winter wind.
But Jerry wasn’t about to let it go. “I just don’t get it,” he muttered, pretending to sound wounded. “Why not, Chloe? I mean, sure, I’m not perfect, but I’m better than most of the losers out there.”
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