Chapter 223 Did You Really Move In With Her

• Ten minutes later, a sports car rolled out of the parking garage, only the one behind the wheel wasn’t Tilly Glamshaw—it was Ben Walton.
• Ben was the impatient type. He hated riding shotgun with a woman driving, and among the women he knew, Tilly was the worst at it. So the second he got in, he slid right into the driver’s seat. Tilly just grinned and took the passenger side. There were only two seats anyway.
• “I really don’t get you rich folks,” Ben griped as he drove. “Sedans are comfy. You can fit five, six people. This thing costs a fortune, sits stupid low, and only takes two. And so what if it can hit two or three hundred miles an hour? Big deal. In this city you’re lucky to reach fifty without getting stuck in traffic.” He complained with his mouth, but inside he was loving it—the handling, the bite, the way a good car just felt like a good car.