The window on the passenger's side lowered as soon as she knocked.

Larissa bent down to look inside. Unexpectedly, her gaze was met with a pair of dark eyes.

"Mr. Rogers?" She looked at the man in the driver's seat, surprise filling her voice. "Where's Dylan?"

Kevan retracted his gaze and looked straight ahead, leaving nothing but a cold profile in her direction.

"Something came up suddenly and he wanted me to pick you up." His reply was concise and to the point.

"Oh." Larissa nodded. Then, she was faced with a difficult decision.

She didn't know where exactly she should sit.

If she sat in the passenger's seat, Kevan's imposing presence might be too much for her to handle. On the other hand, if she sat at the back, she couldn't help but feel as if she would be treating Kevan as her chauffeur. She was afraid she would end up offending him.

"What are you waiting for?" Kevan turned to her and narrowed his eyes impatiently. "Do you not want to go anymore?"

"No! Of course not!" She decided