Clouds were floating gently underneath the evening sun, looking as radiant as a gem when rays of orange light passed through them and shone down on the Brookesville Art College.

Gwynn was walking out of her campus slowly. Dressed in a white shirt and short pleated skirt, her silky legs turned a lot of heads, but she was completely oblivious to it.

There was a bus stop not far from the entrance. A public bus drove toward it slowly and she stepped forward, ready to get on the bus.

At the next moment, a black Rolls-Royce swerved into the bus stop before the bus could. The car window was lowered halfway through, revealing an elegant yet familiar face.

It was Noah.

Gwynn was stunned. She couldn’t help but take a step back.

Leaning over, he opened the door to the backseat, stared at her with unblinking eyes, and said in a husky voice, “Get in the car!”

The bus was already honking at him.

The other college students were staring at her as well. Biting her lips gently, she bent d