"What's wrong?" Jacob noticed that something was off with Abigail. Just as he was about to start the car, he paused and nervously looked at her.
'Is the seat uncomfortable? Is there not enough space? Maybe my car isn't up to her standards…'
Abigail always had plenty of admirers, especially wealthy heirs who would spare no expense for her.
Jacob's confidence wavered as a sense of inferiority resurfaced.
Then, at that moment, he noticed that Abigail hadn't fastened her seatbelt. A lightbulb went off in his head. Could that be the issue?
He quickly leaned over and reached out to fasten her seatbelt.
Abigail was startled, and butterflies fluttered in her stomach. In that split second, as Jacob leaned over, she caught a whiff of his fresh lavender scent and noticed a faint reddish hue on his white shirt under the evening sun.
When he looked up and smiled after securing her seatbelt, she felt it would still be worth it even if she broke her foot today!
"A-All set." Jacob hurriedly composed himself, unable to meet her eyes and stumbling over his words. "This car of mine... it's not very high-end, so the seatbelt doesn't fasten automatically…"
"Huh?" Abigail was taken aback.
To this day, she had never heard of a high-end car with an automatic seatbelt function.
Jacob realized his mistake and quickly started the engine. Abigail blushed and smiled, her eyes lowered.
As they drove, she took a closer look at the car's interior.
It had an elegant black color with sleek lines that exuded grace and sophistication.
On the passenger side, there were no feminine belongings... She discreetly opened the glove compartment, peeked into the center console, and quietly pulled down the sun visor...
But there were no cosmetics or perfumes, as she had imagined.
In Abigail's mind, once a girl had a boyfriend, she would claim the passenger seat as her own.
'Has his girlfriend... never sat here?'
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