The Perfect Thief novel Chapter 446

I was about to walk towards the backseat, but then the front passenger door opened, and I froze for a moment. I walked over to the door and peeked in, only to see Gavin seated in the driver’s seat. I raised my brows as I got into the car.

“Hey,” I said to him. “Where’s Beta Taylor?”

“He had something to do,” Gavin said, his eyes scanning me briefly as he waited for me to buckle my belt.

“Erik couldn’t pick me up?” I asked. Erik was my typical driver at the mansion, so when Taylor couldn’t pick me up from school, it was usually Erik.

Gavin narrowed his eyes at me.

“Do you have a problem with me picking you up?” He asked, raising his brows. I snapped a look at him.

“No, of course not. I’m just wondering why you went out of your way,” I told him.

We hadn’t spoken since our date last night and things were a little weird. The date was incredible, and things ended well, but I wasn’t really sure where we stood anymore. Were we still being casual? Or were we more now? I wanted to ask him what he thought, but I decided to keep my mouth shut for right now.

“It wasn’t out of my way,” he murmured, almost defensively. “I was passing by and figured I’d pick you up on my way home.”noveldrama

I raised my brows.

“You were passing by?” I asked, suspiciously.

As I looked at his side profile, I noticed how tense he was. I suddenly had the urge to reach over to him and touch him, giving him some type of comfort. His knuckles were turning white as he clutched the steering wheel, and my brows furrowed when I saw his biceps tensing.

I opened my mouth to say something, but his words stopped me immediately.

“My mother wants us over for dinner this evening.”

My heart stopped as I turned to look at him, my eyes wide and my mouth practically on the ground.

“What?” I asked, not sure I heard him correctly.

He sighed, his knuckles tightening even more around the steering wheel.

“She insists that we got to her place for dinner this evening,” he told me. “Don’t overthink it… she saw us out last night and now she wants to know you.”

“Your mother wants to know me?” I asked my jaw nearly on the ground. “Why?” From the couple of encounters that I’ve had with his mother, they weren’t good.

“Are you forgetting what the purpose of our arrangement was to begin with?” He asked, his eyes fixed on the road in front of him. “To get my mother off my back with the whole marriage thing. She thinks we are in a committed relationship, and she wants to get to know you better. Make amends for the times she was rude to you. Her words.”

“And you believe her?” I asked, raising my brows; he wasn’t that naive… was he?