CHAPTER 90 Cook For You
I think he even saw me almost spit staring at him.
With a few open mouths, he lowered the speaker. He scanned me again and slid his fingers with mine. It's really good and my make up is thick, I can't noticeably blush because of what she's doing. He walked straight ahead as I said goodbye to the people we would meet. In the parking lot of the building, he went to another car. It's not the Range Rover or even the SUV but a Fortuner.
This man ... I looked around inside his car because I had only just seen it. The seats are tan and like his other cars it is also clean and obviously well maintained.
I was silent as he backed the car to get out of the parking lot. He turned to look at me, I ignored that. But the last time I caught him actually staring I sparingly laughed. I brushed my hair with my fingers. He's probably amused with my look. Looking so western, very different from what he delivered this morning.
"Focus on driving please."