Lynne’s POV:
Aaron opened the car door for me to sit in the back, but I chose to sit in the front passenger seat instead.
Warren was taken aback for a moment. Clearly, he had assumed I would sit in the back, perhaps even fantasizing about getting closer to me.
Of course, these were just assumptions based on how well I knew him.
In the end, his assistant folded up the wheelchair and, together with Aaron, sat in the back seat.
I watched this scene through the rearview mirror, finding it rather amusing.
Warren’s little plan didn’t succeed. He sat there, pinching his chin, seemingly deep in thought.
In contrast, Aaron sat up straight, exuding an air of aristocratic elegance that far outshone Warren by several times.
Suddenly, I began to question my past judgment—how could I have once b
