Thompson led Layla to the limo parked by the roadside. He opened the car door and said, "Miss Ward, Mr. Herbet is waiting for you in the car."
Layla peered into the car and saw a tall and figure seated inside. She couldn't see the man's face clearly.
She reached out and touched her tear-stained cheek. The poor quality eyeliners had smudged her makeup and made her look even messier.
Thompson couldn't stand it anymore. He took out a handkerchief and handed it to her. "Do you want to clean your face?"
"No, thank you." Layla shook her head.
Upon hearing that, Thompson got into the car and placed the handkerchief on the leather cushion. Only then he was willing to let her take a seat.
Layla frowned at this.
She wondered angrily if he thought she was filthy.
Thompson's behaviour gave La
