Falling for the Goddess

I'll Drive Her

Adrian Blake placed his glass down on the cabinet and walked straight to the couch.

Before Sara Hart could say anything, he had already stretched out and made himself comfortable on it. Sara Hart knew at that moment - there was no way he would let her sleep on the couch.

She turned off the lights and slipped into bed, careful not to make any noise. She lay still, not daring to move, afraid that even the slightest shift might disturb Adrian Blake.

In the darkness, her senses were heightened. She could feel the softness of the silk sheets and the faint scent of jasmine mixed with the lingering warmth of sunlight. It was her first time in Adrian Blake’s room, her first time lying in his bed. She couldn’t help but feel a secret sense of joy - it felt like she had gotten a little closer to him.

She had seen his childhood room, and now they were in the same room, under the same roof. It was something she never could have imagined before.

Adrian Blake was completely silent on the couch, and the room was so quiet that she could hear her own breathing. Slowly, she shifted her position, curling up on her side.

Though she thought she wouldn’t be able to sleep, she quickly drifted off.

The next morning, when Sara Hart woke up, the room was empty. The blanket on the couch had been folded neatly, and she realized she hadn’t even heard Adrian Blake get ready.

After tidying the bed, she quickly washed up and went downstairs.

In the kitchen, Aunt Miller was juicing fruit. Seeing Sara Hart come down, she greeted her with a smile. “Good morning, Young Mistress. Did you sleep well?”

“I slept very well, thank you, Aunt Miller.”

“The Young Master and Old Madam are out in the garden watering the flowers,” Aunt Miller said, noticing the distracted look in Sara Hart’s eyes.

Sara Hart nodded but didn’t seem to have any intention of going outside. Instead, she stayed and helped Aunt Miller by handing her things.

“Are you not going to join them in the garden?” Aunt Miller asked gently.

Sara Hart handed her a cup and smiled. “Adrian Blake doesn’t come back often. I’m sure Grandma would prefer to spend time with him. I don’t want to interrupt.”

Aunt Miller’s smile deepened as she watched Sara Hart quietly help out, moving at her own pace, never rushing. “Once they’re done, we’ll have breakfast. I’ll be moving to the villa to take care of you both. If there’s anything you want to eat, just let me know.”

“Alright.”

In the garden, Grandma Blake was carefully watering each plant, while Adrian Blake, his sleeves rolled up, was trimming the branches with a pair of scissors.

The flowers in this garden had always been tended to by Grandma Blake herself, and whenever Adrian Blake visited, he would help her with the care.

“You slept on the couch last night, didn’t you?” Grandma Blake suddenly asked.

Adrian Blake paused. He knew there was no point in denying it. “Yes.”

“I won’t interfere with how fast things move between you two, but Adrian, you’re married now. You need to start spending more time together. I’m getting old, and I won’t be around forever. I just want to know that someone will be by your side when I’m gone.”

Grandma Blake straightened up, her gaze sweeping over the jasmine flowers in full bloom. “Some things can only be understood over time. The more you get to know her, the more you’ll realize how special she is.”

Adrian Blake frowned slightly. “Why do you like her so much, Grandma? Is it just because she saved your life?”

Though the favor was significant, he could repay her in countless ways. Why insist on marriage?

Grandma Blake looked at him lovingly but didn’t answer. “You’ll understand someday.”

“Alright,” she said with a smile. “Sara Hart should be up by now. Let’s go inside.”

Inside, Aunt Miller was teaching Sara Hart something, and she was quietly listening, occasionally asking a question, her lips curved in a soft smile.

Seeing this scene, Grandma Blake’s eyes crinkled with amusement. “Sara Hart’s awake.”

“Good morning, Grandma,” Sara Hart greeted her sweetly, then nodded politely at Adrian Blake.

After breakfast, Grandma Blake directed the servants as they loaded up bags and boxes to move to the villa. Adrian Blake tried to stop her. “Grandma, there’s no need for all this. Sara Hart and I can handle it ourselves.”

Grandma Blake shot him a look. “If I leave it to you, you’ll just go straight back to the office the moment you step out of here.”

Adrian Blake fell silent, knowing she was right.

Adrian Blake had driven himself over the day before, so naturally, he was expected to drive back. Grandma Blake told Sara Hart to ride with him, while she and Aunt Miller would take the car with the driver.

Normally, the car rides with Adrian Blake were quiet. He wasn’t the type to start a conversation, and Sara Hart never knew what to say. She wanted to speak, but she hesitated, afraid she’d say the wrong thing.

“How did you get home that night?” Adrian Blake asked suddenly as they neared the villa.

The car was already pulling into the driveway. This area was filled with large, private villas, each spaced far apart to ensure privacy.

Grandma Blake had said there were no signs of anyone living here, meaning Sara Hart hadn’t been staying there.

It took Sara Hart a second to realize what Adrian Blake was referring to. “I took a cab.”

She kept her answer brief, knowing he didn’t like small talk.

“Sorry,” Adrian Blake said quietly, his voice catching her off guard.

Sara Hart blinked in surprise and glanced at him.

He had rolled up his sleeves, revealing lean, well-defined arms. His pale skin contrasted against the faint blue veins running along his arm.

“Next time, just tell me,” he added.

Adrian Blake had no intention of getting too close to her, but he also didn’t want to make things difficult. Even if she weren’t his wife in name, he wouldn’t leave her stranded at night—especially since it was for his grandmother’s sake.

Though his tone was still indifferent, it wasn’t as cold as usual. Sara Hart felt a flicker of joy rise in her chest and smiled. “Alright.”

When they arrived at the villa, Grandma Blake and Aunt Miller were already there.

The two stood at the entrance, not moving.

“Why aren’t you going in?” Aunt Miller asked as she helped Grandma Blake up the steps.

“I left the key at school,” Sara Hart explained.

“And you?” Grandma Blake looked at Adrian Blake.

“I don’t have a key. No fingerprint or facial recognition either.”

Adrian Blake didn’t say anything. He hadn’t registered himself because he hadn’t intended to come here.

“Wonderful,” Grandma Blake said with a hint of exasperation, her chest rising and falling in frustration. “Aunt Miller, open the door. And afterward, make sure both the Young Master and Young Mistress register their fingerprints.”

She was clearly planning to supervise the process.

Once inside, everything was just as it had been left when the house was decorated—completely untouched, with no signs of life.

Grandma Blake instructed the servants to clean the entire place, inside and out, and had them bring in more necessities. She went upstairs and had the couch in the master bedroom removed.

Adrian Blake and Sara Hart both knew what she meant by that.

“Aunt Miller and Uncle Li will stay here to look after the two of you,” Grandma Blake announced.

“Grandma, if you leave them here, who will take care of you?” Adrian Blake protested.

“As long as you two are doing well, I’ll be better cared for than anyone else.”

“Aunt Miller will handle your meals, and Uncle Li will drive you both wherever you need to go. That’s the only way I can feel at ease.”

Aunt Miller and Uncle Li had been with the Blake family for years, and Adrian Blake had a deep respect for them. He knew that Grandma wasn’t leaving them here to take care of them, but to keep an eye on him.

“Aunt Miller has always looked after you. If she’s not by your side, it’ll be hard for you to adjust,” Sara Hart chimed in. “And didn’t you say you trust Uncle Li’s driving? You wouldn’t feel comfortable with anyone else. We’ll be fine, Grandma.”

“Don’t worry, Young Mistress,” Aunt Miller said with a smile. “We’ll be going back and forth between the estate and here. That way, we can take care of everything.”

It seemed that they were set on leaving Aunt Miller behind.

Adrian Blake understood his grandmother’s intentions. “Aunt Miller can stay, but Uncle Li should drive you back, Grandma. I’ll feel better that way.”

Grandma Blake looked at Adrian Blake. “You’re used to driving yourself around, but what about Sara Hart? How will she get to school?”

Adrian Blake was silent for a moment. Grandma Blake didn’t look away, waiting for his answer.

“I can take a cab, Grandma,” Sara Hart offered. “It’s only about thirty or forty minutes by car. It’s not too bad.”

But Grandma Blake didn’t respond. She just kept her eyes on Adrian Blake.

After a pause, Adrian Blake relented, knowing he could never win against her. He sighed. “I’ll drive her.”

Satisfied with his answer, Grandma Blake smiled warmly and turned to Sara Hart. “If you ever need anything, just tell me or Aunt Miller. Don’t hold back. And if Adrian ever bullies you, you come to me. I’ll set him straight.”

Sara Hart stole a glance at Adrian Blake before turning to Grandma Blake with a sweet smile. “Alright. Thank you, Grandma.”