The next moment, those hands were covering her own little face, which was squeezed to the point of slight deformation!
Moreover, that face was turning red at a suspiciously fast rate.
Landon Brooke watched, a gentle warmth tingeing his indifferent handsome face, as he murmured in her ear—
"I have to talk about something with Bartholomeus Smith."
His voice reached her, and it was only then that Tiana Williams came to her senses. She still had her hands on her face as she looked at him and nodded.
"Alright, then I'll get out of the car."
"Mm."
Landon Brooke stroked her head with his large hand and responded with a hum.
Tiana Williams looked at him and, as if struck by a sudden thought, she sat up a bit, stretched out her slender hand, touched the back of his head, and rubbed it as well...
Then, without waiting for Landon Brooke to react, she pulled away, grabbed her stuff, and got out of the car with decisive strides.
