"Let Jace Palmer drive for me!" Samuel pursed his thin lips, and hurriedly left after dropping this sentence.
Only a confused male secretary remained; did the manager's house catch fire?
...
Sinclair didn't promise to meet Samuel, and he hung up the phone.
She helplessly pouted, hadn't anyone ever told him he was domineering?
He did whatever he said, never allowing room for others to refuse.
...
There was only one bustling little street surrounding A University, and the rest were small communities.
So Samuel easily found Michelle.
When he arrived, Michelle was standing on the street, lost in thought.
He drove the car to her, and only then did she notice him.
She glanced at the car Samuel was driving, the same one he picked her up with yesterday afternoon at the school's back gate.
"Get in." The car window rolled down, revealing Samuel's cold and handsome face.
He had one hand on the steering wheel and the other taking off sunglasses, looking up at her.
