A wave of relief washed over me as I caught sight of Mark returning, carrying my bag. He asked me to wait in his car while he quickly retrieved my belongings. At first, I didn't consider it urgent, thinking that one of Archer's staff could pack and send it to us later. But Mark had insisted, emphasizing the importance. He headed straight to the trunk of the car and stowed the bag away before joining me inside. Settling behind the wheel, he turned to me and asked, "Ready?"
"Absolutely. Despite being surrounded by luxury these past few days, there's something strangely enticing about sleeping in my own bed," I shared, my excitement masked beneath a composed demeanor. Mark chuckled warmly.
"Great. How about we order some takeout and watch that new movie you've been eager to see together?" h
