Laksh Wilson's voice resonated with depth and pleasantness as he offered, "Shall I drop you? It is late." He loosened his grip on her wrist, and she hurriedly walked away, chastising her own audacious heart. Retrieving her purse, she turned back to steal a glance at him, only to find him opening the door and waiting for her to exit first. Unable to meet his gaze, she lowered her head and stepped out of the cabin, her breaths still rapid. He followed behind, amused by her trepidation.
A subtle chuckle escaped lips, relishing in her fear.
Seated in the car, she kept her gaze fixed outside the window, avoiding any contact with him. But his slight smile persisted, savoring her discomfort. She silently prayed for the ride to end quickly, yearning for the safety of her own home and hoping he
