Wasn’t it the chauffeur’s job to drive him home?

Before she could say anything, he spoke in the same wry tone again, “Feel free to leave if you don’t want to do it…”

She cut him off by picking up the car key. Then, they took his private elevator to the ground floor. They were walking side by side through the lobby when the other staff cast a strange glance their way.

Thinking that she had overstepped her bounds, she slowed down and walked behind him instead.

Mason didn’t say anything about it.

After they got into the car, he leaned on the back of the seat and rested his eyes. Underneath the dim light, his side profile looked absolutely stunning. It felt like she could be drawn in at any given second.

She couldn’t help but say, “Aren’t you getting in the backseat, Mr. Mason?”

Opening a crack of his eyes, he gave her a sidelong glance before closing them again. “I’m sitting in the passenger’s seat! Also, stop being so stiff. Relax a little.”

There was no pleasing this guy.

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