Chapter 22
I pulled off in the parking lot of a mall. It was the closest to the estate. A ten-minute drive.
I turned to look at a puce-faced Pierre. His knuckles were white and deprived of blood from holding too tightly to the roof handle. "How did I do?"
"Mrs. Berlette, I must say, you are a natural," he said calmly, releasing his hand from the roof handle.
"Well, thank you, Pierre." I was equally impressed with my driving skills. I did well. Having a strict instructor actually paid off. His face was now pale in fright and my heart sank. "You are a bundle of nerves right now."
"Mrs. Berlette," Pierre blinked repeatedly, his cheek turning into a bright shade of red. "Mr. Berlette gave me a stern warning not to allow you behind the wheel. I'm a bit conflicted." he was practically squirming with worry. Richard extended his decree to Pierre as well. This overprotectiveness. This was a side of him I never knew.
