As soon as they reached the parking lot, Eleanor walked straight to the passenger seat.
Just as she was about to open the door and sit down, Ethan stopped her.
"Eleanor, do you want me to be your driver?"
Ethan narrowed his beautiful eyes, an expression of displeasure crossing his face as he looked at Eleanor. In his mind, he thought her attitude was growing more and more arrogant.
"Sorry, Mr. Grant, I couldn't sleep last night. Fatigued driving could cause problems. Would it be possible for you to drive me there and I'll drive back afterward?"
Eleanor pleaded, her tone unintentionally tinged with a hint of humility.
There was even a slight coquettishness in her voice, though she wasn't aware of it herself. After all, she had always been perceived by Ethan as sharp and capable, rarel
