The Captain I Married by Chance novel Chapter 363

A cold sweat broke out on the driver's back. He immediately slammed his foot on the gas, his apology barely louder than a whisper. "I'm so sorry, I forgot..."

The person scolding him only grew more furious. "Forgot? You can forget anything but this! How many times have we told you? Are you trying to give me a heart attack?"

"Do you think we pay you this kind of money to act like an amateur?"

"One more mistake and you can pack your bags and get out!"

The driver kept apologizing, a hint of panic edging into his voice.

"That's enough."

A commanding male voice cut through the tirade.

"Why are you taking it out on the driver?"

The woman, whose anger had been blazing a second ago, instantly reined it in. "I'm sorry, Mr. Hughes. Did I disturb your rest?"

Mr. Hughes leaned back comfortably against the leather seat, his hands resting on his stomach.

He absentmindedly twisted the pinky ring on his right hand. The small purple diamond had been polished to a brilliant shine, catching the dim interior lights like a tiny star.

"It's fine."

Glancing at the man slumped unconscious in the seat beside him, Mr. Hughes offered a faint smile. "He always falls asleep so easily."

"He does."

"You know how he gets, Mr. Hughes. One too many drinks and he's out cold."

"But it's a celebration, right? Let him enjoy it."

As they spoke, the SUV pulled up to the front doors of the mansion.

The driver nervously checked the rearview mirror, his eyes landing on the stern, sharp-featured woman. "Quinn... we're here."

Quinn met the driver's eyes in the mirror, her tone dripping with disdain. "I know. Do you think I can't feel the car stopping?"

The driver swallowed his pride.

He was just an employee, and he was long used to her toxic attitude. Without a word, he scrambled out and rushed to open the rear door.

Quinn stepped out, supporting the staggering man wearing the diamond watch.

Mr. Hughes followed closely behind.

As he started the engine, he cast one last habitual glance at the west-wing window.

The lights were back on.

This time, there was only silence.

The driver looked away, hit the gas, and the SUV melted into the darkness.

...

Nora and Valerie hadn't seen each other in ages, and they had a mountain of catching up to do.

Even though Nathan was quietly jealous that Valerie got to share a bed with his fiancée tonight, he knew better than to intrude.

After finishing dinner, he helped clean up and headed back to his own apartment next door.

Looking at the spotless kitchen, Valerie clicked her tongue in admiration.

Nora, who was on the balcony gathering her clothes before her shower, peeked her head in. "What are you doing?"

"I'm jealous of you, girl."