"Mia, are you cold?"
"No, I'm not." Why is he asking again?
"Let's go back to the car, I'll take you to dinner, then send you home."
Zoe Lewis felt so annoyed she wanted to stomp her foot. Is he stupid?
She had said she wasn't cold, wasn't it just so he would hold her a little longer?
But she felt too shy to say it, so she just followed him back to the car.
That's right, she should go home, otherwise if she's late, Eva Price would start nagging again.
However, after getting in the car, James still held her hand, intertwining their fingers together, and drove with one hand.
He wouldn't give up a single minute of touching her.
Zoe Lewis felt a little happier, being taken to another restaurant for dinner.
He even ordered a candlelit dinner, with red and white roses; the two of them ate in a private room, so warm and romantic that Zoe Lewis wanted to cry.
She hadn't expected that one day, she would be cherished and pampered like this.
