(Alexander’s POV)
“When you said home, I didn’t expect this long travel, Leigh,” I didn’t mean to complain, but three hours of driving was not a joke. “Where do I turn?” I asked as we entered a rough road.
“Do you see those string lights ahead?” She pointed with her finger. “And do you see that house? You can stop the car there.”
“I need a massage later,” I groan, massaging the back of my neck. Should I have known the long drive, I have asked my driver this morning.
“I’ll give you a full massage later if we survive this one,” Leigh said, struggling to unfasten her seatbelt. She cursed under her breath, causing me to shake my head.
“Let me do it,” I shook my head, unbuckling my seatbelt to help her with hers. Her hands are cold, and she looks anxious and ready to faint at any moment.
