Layla laid on her bed as she stared quietly at the ceiling. Nolan's place was like a hellhole for her.
She was not free to do whatever she wanted. The only time she left the house was when she was going out to work as she was scared to go elsewhere in fear that she might not meet the curfew time he had set for her.
So she thought it would be best if she just stayed at home whenever she was free.
Her driving lessons took place right in Nolan's compound, as he arranged for someone to teach her how to drive. She started the day before and just finished taking driving lessons. So far she's good, things were going well in that perspective.
As for work it seemed as if she had become the talk of the office because of her expensive dressing. Something she couldn't help.
If she refuses to wear
