His tone was sharp and cold as he looked at her with his profound, unfathomable eyes.
“I don’t think it’s a good idea. You have a busy schedule.” With a smile, Natalie blinked and continued, “Do the Bowerses not have any other chauffeurs? Perhaps—”
Before she could finish her sentence, Samuel replied in a low voice, “No.”
“H-How is this possible?”
“Ms. Nichols, judging by your question, do you think that I’m lying?”
“That’s not what I meant.”
Deep down, she knew that the atmosphere would be even more awkward if she rejected his offer. Reluctant to argue with him, she turned around and headed to the front passenger seat.
After closing the door, she could not control herself from speculating Samuel’s thoughts. He’s either blind or filled with evil intentions to have a close relationship with Yara!
Just when she got lost in thoughts, she felt his muscular body getting closer to her, shortening the distance between them to approximately three centimeters.
He fixed his lustrous gaze on her as he continued to approach her.
The scene reminded her of the dream she had the previous night. Simmering with anger, she blurted out, “What are you doing, Samuel?”
Instead of explaining himself, the man narrowed his eyes and buckled the seat belt for her.
At that instant, a vortex of hatred swirled inside Natalie. She grabbed the seat belt in her hand tightly as if she was going to crush it into pieces.
Meanwhile, Samuel was satisfied with her reaction when he saw that he had roused her anger.
Their car was stuck in a jam as it was rush hour.
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