She couldn't even read his mind, so how could they have great minds thinking alike? It was just that their tastes and choices were somewhat similar.
"You'll find out slowly. Let's go." Ethan said, bypassing her and heading towards the elevator.
This man was handsome to the point of making others jealous, regardless of what he wore. It seemed like he could effortlessly handle any outfit, the typical handsome, dashing, and wealthy diamond bachelor!
Arriving downstairs, Ethan glanced back at her, "Wait for me to drive."
Isabella nodded, took out her phone, and stood aside, looking around. But as she looked, it felt like someone was watching her. When she turned back, there was nothing there.
What's going on? Was it her nerves being overly tense causing hallucinations?
Ethan, who drove out, honked the horn. Isabella put away her phone and, before getting into the car, looked around once more.
"What are you looking at?"
