The sound of the car engine hummed quietly in the background, adding to the tension and silence inside the luxurious vehicle, with no one daring to break the uncomfortable stillness.
Zoey nervously fidgeted with her dress, biting her lower lip as if contemplating something. Her eyes darted around the car, taking in every detail, from the scratch on the leather seat to the tiny stain on the carpet at her feet. She was clearly nervous and uncomfortable.
After a long moment, she carefully sneaked a peek at Evan, who was sitting beside her with his long, slender legs crossed and an expensive-looking laptop resting on his thighs. His dark hair was neatly combed back, framing his chiseled jawline and sharp cheekbones. He looked so serious and focused on his work, as if he was in another world.
