Sebastian glanced toward Atlas, who was holding an emotionless gaze facing forward.
Then he signed, "There should be some water bottles in the back."
After saying those words, sounds of rustling become sharp in the backseat before sounds of gulping. Deep, loud gulping as if the person were deprived of water in the desert.
A sharp relief sigh was loudly exhaled before a trembling voice uttered, "Please slow down. Unless you want my vomit to stain the back of your seats."
Atlas's eyes flashed coldly. "If you dare, I'll kick you out of the car."
Sebastian wanted to roll his eyes and internally ask the universe or anyone why they are fighting like two-year-old siblings.
Blair retorted, "I guess you won't need my help anymore. Besides, I can take this opportunity to leave, and I might go to the nearest hotel and pack my bags—"
Sebastian finally couldn't take it anymore and uttered, "Enough arguing. We have bigger matters to deal with."
