Bella Acker looked at a certain completely oblivious man, twitching the corner of her mouth. "President Sinclair, didn't you drive here yourself?"
"I did, it's fine parked over there." Damian said, "The roads are slippery with the snow. I'll drive you and Talia home."
He said it so naturally that anything Bella said after that would just make her seem petty.
"Alright then, we'll trouble President Sinclair to be our chauffeur." Bella didn't sit in the passenger seat; she went straight to the back.
Damian glanced back, and Bella raised her brows at him in a provocative way.
"Hey." Damian sighed helplessly and started the car, driving out.
Hearing that sigh, Bella was speechless. Why did it feel like he was sighing as if she were being unreasonable?
Seriously! Who's the one being unreasonable insisting on coming along with them?
Bella folded her arms across her chest, turned her face away and huffed.
