Williams met her eyes through the rearview mirror. He stared at her deeply, his soul drinking in her appearance.
He did not even notice it when she dropped her act of amnesia. His face began to add color again, the more seconds he spent staring at her.
"You're Williams, my sister's husband, right?" Anastasia struck a question, confused with his rare focus on her.
Willimas drew his eyes from her and rested them on the steering wheel. His jaw clenched, and his eyes darkened as he fought with himself.
Anastasia relaxed into her seat, feigning comfort. "I never knew you drove an Uber. I would have called you immediately if I needed one." She slightly mocked.
Just then, her phone beeped. It was a message from Jamie, saying, "Let my men take you home. Ana. Don't be stubborn,"
Anastasia rolled her eyes after reading the message. She switched off her phone and abandoned it in her purse.
