Cecilia's pov
"I've already called a taxi," I said, surprised by Liam's sudden appearance.
"You can call it off." Liam stepped out of the car with a friendly smile, taking my luggage and placing it in the trunk before I could protest.
If he hadn't been driving such a luxurious vehicle, passersby might have thought I was being kidn*pped.
Liam opened the rear door for me with practiced courtesy. "Come on, don't be bashful. It's on our way."
His enthusiasm made me feel awkward—having someone of his position open a door for me felt improper. Still, it would be rude to refuse such hospitality. I thanked him and slid into the backseat.
That's when I saw him—Sebastian sitting on the other side.
He wasn't dressed formally—no tie, no jacket. Just a light blue shirt, black trousers, and polis
