After work, Sophia stepped out of the building and immediately spotted Ethan's Bentley waiting for her.
Ethan, dressed in a sleek black suit, leaned against the car door with his arms crossed.
His tall frame towered over the car, his sharp features accentuated by his high-bridged nose and deep-set eyes that gleamed like precious stones.
There was no denying his extraordinary good looks.
From a distance, Sophia silently watched him, hesitating to approach.
She suddenly felt that a man as exceptional as Ethan could only be matched by someone like Rebecca.
In contrast, she felt ordinary, a simple fish in the sea of average people.
"Sophia! Get in the car," Ethan called out, opening the door for her.
Sophia got in, a shadow of melancholy in her eyes. "Where are we going?"
Ethan's lips
