Joyce thanked him swiftly and helped Natalie into the car.
Upon entering the car, Shane looked at Natalie who was fast asleep from his side mirror. While he fastened his seat belt, he asked, “What’s your address?”
“Are you sending us back Mr. Shane?” Joyce’s eyes brightened.
Shane did not answer.
Joyce was about to provide her address when she paused. A moment of hesitation washed over her and she turned to look at Natalie.
Shane could guess what she was worried about. His mouth slightly opened, “I’ll send her home.”
“That’s great. My address is…” Joyce gave him her address.
Shane turned on the navigation and drove.
They arrived at Joyce’s residence in about twenty minutes.
After getting out of the car, she stood at the window. “Thank you, Mr. Shane, I’ll leave Nat to you.”
“Hmm,” Shane complied. Then he put the window up and drove away.
On the way, his cell phone rang.
Jackson sounded fussy, “Shane, why aren’t you here yet?”
With one hand on the steering wheel, he pressed his Bluetooth headset against his ear with the other. “Something came up suddenly, I’ll be slightly delayed.”
“What thing?” Jackson asked.
Shane’s eyes flickered as he didn’t intend to reveal much. “Nothing, I’ll be over in a jiffy.”
“Alright, hurry up then. Jacqueline’s waiting for you. She has been looking forward because she heard you’ve gotten her a present yourself.”
“Understood.” Shane pressed his headset and ended the call.
Not long after, they’d arrived at the apartment.
Shane parked his car then carried Natalie from the back seat.
Natalie could felt someone was carrying her and she threw her arms around his neck subconsciously.
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