Chapter 107 Candlelight Dinner

• The soft hum of an approaching car finally reached Adela’s ears. She instinctively looked up and spotted the familiar black luxury sedan pulling up in front of her. Without hesitation, she grabbed the door handle, slipped into the back seat, and shut the door in one swift motion.
• “Drive,” she said immediately, her voice slightly tense.
• Layson Norman turned his head slightly, his sharp gaze landing on her. He didn’t say anything, but the way she rushed into his car—almost as if she were afraid of being seen—didn’t sit well with him. Was she that reluctant to be associated with him? Did she think he was someone she had to hide from?