NovelStartFinnley darted at her. “Of course.” Then he bent over to sit in the driver's seat.
Linda sat in and buckled the seat belt. Excitedly, she explained, “If you have a girlfriend, | cannot sit in the passenger's seat.” Finnley didn’t respond, starting the engine.
Awhile later, Linda plucked up her courage to glance at him and added, “If you don’t have a girlfriend, | will be rude to sit in the backseat.” She was testing if he was available.
“I don’t have so many rules.” Finnley stared ahead. “I prefer simplicity and comfort when socializing. You can sit in any empty seat you want.” A smile blossomed across Linda's face as she liked his answer.
Silence blanketed the car.
Linda pressed the car window, enjoying the night view outside in the night breeze to release the awkwardness.
At this moment, she felt so close to him, her heart hammering.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtShe found his car was indeed clean and tidy with a faint fragrance.
Linda liked him more and more, thinking he was a man leading a life of quality.
When they almost arrived at the destination, Finnley was suddenly enlightened and said, “By the way, the project profile in Lunt City is still in my apartment. Please give it to Mr. Marsh on my behalf tomorrow. I'll go out for some personal errand and won't go to work so early.” “Oh. No problem.” Linda nodded in a daze, wondering how she could get the profile as it was in his apartment.
She was bugged but didn’t ask.
The car headed for the basement parking lot of Skyhigh Apartment Complex.
“Get down,” Finnley unbuckled his seat belt and reminded her gently.
Linda returned to her senses, realizing he was taking her to his apartment.
She hurriedly got off, feeling baffled, wondering if that was an accidental gain.
Finnley asked when shutting the door. “Will you follow me to my apartment, or shall | bring it to you?” “I can go upstairs,” Linda answered, beaming at him. “You don’t need to make so many routes then. It's troublesome to take the elevator.” “Ehn.” Finnley entered the elevator with him. When he pressed the number 28, Linda remembered it carefully.
The elevator was narrow and deadly silent.
Linda's heart was thumping. She dared not to look at him at all.
After arriving, Finnley took her out of the elevator. After pressing his finger on the lock and the door opened, he saw a girl's fashionable sneakers in two colors--red and yellow.
Finnley was slightly taken aback, realizing Mya was still in her apartment.
Linda stared at them in disbelief, her heart in her mouth.
“Please come in,” Finnley said politely.
Linda bypassed the girl's shoes and entered the living room. She didn't feel joyful at all, her heart becoming heavy.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm“Please have a seat. Let me fetch the file.” Finnley walked toward the study.
Linda looked back at the shoes at the door. The scene in the dessert store that day suddenly appeared in her mind.
When she bent over to pick up Finnley’s card, she also saw a similar pair of sneakers that almost stamped the card.
‘Is she that girl?’ Then she recalled the girl's figure sitting in his car in the storm, wondering if it was the same one.
Linda felt like being heavily blown. The disappointment made her heart sink.
She looked around, and the decoration told her the apartment owner's taste. She studied cautiously.
The interior design was simple and neat, Orange was the primary color, and blue appeared a few times. They made the apartment look high-end.
It was delicate with uniqueness.
Under the dim yellow night, Linda felt at a loss. Somehow, she was keyed up.
She didn’t think she deserved a man with such taste and quality.
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