He started the engine as soon as Wednesday sat in the front seat. Her flustered expression brought a sense of contentment in him, it was the exact reaction he was aiming for. He unexpectedly found amusement in her comical responses.
“Wouldn’t your assistant and driver be worried if they come back and the car isn’t here?” She asked, constantly fidgeting on her spot.
“I texted him. We’ll meet at the site.” Lowell answered in confidence as they set off.
He waved his phone in front of her while his other hand was manning the steering wheel. “Why do I feel like you always want to find ways to reject my offer? Do I seem like a bad person?”
The lady flushed at his straight-forward query. For a brief moment, her lips gaped slightly open, not exactly knowing how or what to answer. It took
