Yvonne's face was a little flushed under the lights. She looked animated when she was angry.

Stephen's heart fluttered. He suddenly had the strong urge not to take her home.

He grabbed her by the hand and led her to the car. "Let me take you somewhere. I'll explain the entire matter with the dress when we get there."

Yvonne was a little perplexed. "Where are you taking me to?"

Stephen didn't answer here. Just like that, Yvonne was once again stuffed into the passenger seat of the car.

Stephen drove for about half an hour, passing through the bustling city to a secluded suburb before going up a hilly road.

Yvonne was leaning against the rolled-down window. She mumbled, "Stephen, it's only a dress. You don't have to murder because of it, right?"

Stephen was perplexed. She had gotten some fresh air, but she seemed even more drunk.

When the car stopped, Yvonne realized that they were on the top of a hill with no name.

Stephen got out of the car. "Get down and look at the scenery