Outside the hotel, Serena paused midstep as Sidney stood, with the car door open for her. It was the same car...Why did he still have such an old car? And why did he not have a driver? She had definitely expected this man to have a driver who would be able to act as a buffer between them.
He seemed to expect her to hesitate, and she could see the anticipation in his eyes, as if he was waiting for her to object to sitting in that cramped space. She hardened her heart against him. He was quite adept at playing games, but she was not the same girl anymore. Without giving him the satisfaction of her reluctance, she slid into the passenger seat of his car, forcing herself to appear nonchalant.
