Chapter Ninety Three

Irina's point of view:

We got to the Russia Airport almost four hours later.

We got down from the private jet and headed to where he packed his car. The attendants helped us with bags.

We got inside the car after our bags were placed inside the car and he drove off. We got to Russia at night. It was dark already.

Like I said, the phone call changed his mood totally. He hasn't spoken a word since then and he had this light down on his face throughout the flight.

I didn't bother asking what it was, I let him be.

He kept talking on the floor with his feet, which meant that he couldn't wait to get to Russia.

He was speeding but I didn't complain until he made a u turn and drove in a different direction.

I might not know directions but I definitely know that this is not the way to our house.

"Where are we headed to?" I asked him.

"I need to go to Ruslan's office. I won't be there long, I promise." He answered me.

"Okay." I told him.

He kept tapping his finger against the steering wheel at