The Wilson's villa was only 20 minutes away from the school.
There was still a long time before class started. The driver drove steadily and was in no hurry at all.
Toya leaned back in the comfortable backseat.
She wanted to close her eyes for a while.
Yesterday had been her first night at Reyes's house. She hadn't slept well, as if she'd had a bad dream about something biting her hard.
It was probably the troublesome brothers and nephews at home.
Toya frowned and turned to see that the man beside her was looking at her again.
His gaze did not make her feel uncomfortable. After all, it did not have much offensive power.
Toya had been stared at since she was young. Those eyes contained malice. She was no longer afraid of being stared at.
Reyes's gaze held no malice, but it wasn't frank enough.
Such a gaze was very out of place on his arrogant and proud face.
Sometimes, it even made Toya feel a chill.
