[Countryhuman] In the rubble of love

L'Indochine is a confession

Marena was dressed in a pink outfit, but her disposition was not as cheerful. She was unable to relax and take in the landscape, despite the fact that it was really picturesque and she had not been outside for a while. She did not anticipate having to worry about a Ford card's speed of 60 km/h after having ridden in several super sports vehicles and seeing races on the streets of New York and California. France's glum expression and his uncommon stillness was the only cause of the tension. He had been acting like way since leaving for an hour and a half. Along the way, she attempted to strike up a discussion, but he merely nodded his head yes. Where they were headed was never disclosed to her. He just drove quickly and straightforwardly.

Before the stress caused her stomach to hurt and her toilet to become unsteady, she felt it was time to address the issue that had led the two of them to feel uneasy. She started to speak when France turned his head to her.

"What? "

"We've come this far without making any sound."

Marena was taken aback by France's extreme attitude. He received an eye roll from her and realized his overreaction after that. She kept talking cautiously as if she were a therapist talking to a client who had a terrible rage problem.

"They say that quiet is golden, but back in the day, we knew about the gold rush and how many people went bankrupt later..."

France groaned in irritation as Marena chattered on, but he didn't act out of anger. His hands were on the steering wheel as he inhaled deeply. Following that, his countenance seemed to relax.

"It's not as if I wrapped the tape over your lips or something. What precisely are you hoping to say? Speaking with restraint is not your style at all".

"Neither is yours". - Marena turned her head to France after regaining confidence after the tight environment subsided. - "It seems that you have been curious about my fiancée but have refrained from immediately addressing your questions. You cannot wear it. You are a guy of action. Do you know how often I've visited the warehouse this month?"

The term "warehouse" caused France to frown. What caught Marena off guard was that, unlike usual, he didn't instantly answer with a phrase containing a tight set of rules. He paused for a minute to reflect.

"Perhaps I applied improperly. You won't be kept trapped in the warehouse going forward. Try to avoid burning down my plantation or creating a mess that puts you at risk".

Marena ought to have been moved or affected by France's remarks. But the confident grin that followed his remorseful face had her curious about what he may be doing. He had been quite forward with her, saying he wouldn't reveal his genuine motivations.

Marena flashed him her perplexed look, and Francesighed.

"Don't say that you still don't understand one of my motivations for keeping you close after all this time. I'm a businessman, my lady. I don't go around and waste my time with a woman that I am not attracted to".

Marena responded right away as if she had been waiting for him to bring up the subject.

"You are the one who is causing me to have my doubts. Let's say that one of your goals is to flirt with me. As you have very obviously shown, I am not an idiot. Who, however, keeps women in warehouses only to impress them? Do you like me or consider me to be your possession?"

France's reaction to Marena's statements was guilty and startled. Although he was ready to speak, he chose to let Marena complete her sentence.

"When your former partners disobeyed you and tried to flee, did you lock them in the warehouses as well?"