Sitting in the backseat of the car, Isaac Sutton felt a bit embarrassed. "Miss Iris, should I drive instead?"
He was an assistant for the Sherwood family. He was supposed to be the driver. How could he let Miss Iris drive him around?
Iris Dalton rested her hands on the steering wheel, her long, raven-black hair cascading casually. The corners of her lips curled up nonchalantly, and her eyes curved into a careless smile. She waved off Isaac's suggestion. "I'm familiar with the route to the farm. Just sit back and enjoy the ride."
Huh? Isaac felt conflicted. It wasn't until the car merged onto the main road that he finally understood what she meant by "enjoy the ride." It felt exactly like flying!
