Cherish Turner took a deep breath and calmly said, "I don't need you to drive me home."
"Cherish." William Griffith called out next to her ear and sighed. "Can you stop making a scene, please?"
Was she making a scene? Cherish closed her eyes, smelled his scent, and opened them again, not allowing herself to become enthralled.
Her silence made William think she had relented. He patted her back, "Go sit properly."
Cherish indeed propped herself up and moved to the passenger seat. As soon as she left him, she immediately opened the car door and jumped out. Her series of movements were alarmingly fast, as if she had planned it all along. William, caught off guard, quickly got out of the car. His handsome face turned cold, clearly running out of patience.
"Get in the car. I don't want to say it a second time!" His gaze swept over the car roof and colderly looked at her.
Cherish smiled at him. Her voice was soft but firm, "No need!"
