“Get in,” Christian told me and opened the door for me. I frowned at his demanding behavior and got into the car. Did he always have to be like that?
“No personal driver today?” I asked once he sat in the driver’s seat. “I think it’d be pretty embarrassing if my family knew I let you go to this special occasion with another man behind the wheel.” He spoke.
“So you think men have to be in control all the time?” I asked him as a joke, but his scoff told me he thought otherwise. “No, not all men but I do.”
“You know Serena, sometimes I just want to tape your mouth shut to stop you from asking too many questions!” He suddenly said. And there it was, mission one of getting rid of Serena after the baby was born. “Hey, that’s not a nice thing to say to your fiancée!”
For a second he smiled at my joke but had quickly replaced his smile with his usual poker face and drove away. The ride was quiet but not really awkward, rather peaceful.
