CHAPTER 8: Car Ride

RUE

I could sense Tysha's nervousness, practically smell it. She was definitely lying when she denied about knowing me. As she entered the passenger seat, she immediately fumbled for the seat belt, not realizing that in my Bentley Continental, it operated differently. I sighed.

Despite my disdain for her, I reluctantly helped her with the seat belt. Closing the door, I triggered the automatic belt bringer, pulling it over her and intentionally closing the gap between us. I couldn't ignore her sweet scent, oddly alluring, but I pushed that thought aside.

"Uhh... thanks," she muttered breathily. I remained silent.

After assisting her, I made my way to the driver's seat, and we finally left Cindy’s residence.

An awkward silence lingered between us, prompting me to break it by launching into an interrogation.

"You know me," I accused, pretending to be entirely certain of my statement.

“H-Huh?” she stuttered, obviously nervous of my accusations.

I noticed how she looked in my direc