Evelyn wanted to say something, but somehow, her words failed her.
She just smiled at him, soft, shaky, and utterly helpless.
He closed the door gently. Then, he walked around to the driver's side and slid in with that unhurried confidence of his.
She sat there, still breathless, replaying that kiss over and over in her mind.
'This man is going to drive me insane,' she thought, pressing a hand to her flushed cheek. 'What if someone saw us? What if someone actually took a photo?'
Returning to society as Evelyn Walters, the disgraced, outcast heiress, was already risky enough. But if anyone found out she was Mrs. Axel Knight, the consequences would be explosive.
The media would feast on it.
Her father would lose his mind; even though for this one, she didn't care at all.
She silently sighs while staring outside the car.
The car glided smoothly onto the road, trying to distract her mind, but it felt difficult.
