Akira's POV
The chauffeur was ready as always, he watched us intensely as we walked to him, his eyes dropped at our intertwined hands. It's weird that Kael is holding my hand and it's making me feel uneasy in a certain kind of way.
He held me till we got into the car. “You look beautiful Miss,” the man complimented and I gave a soft smile.
“We aren't paying you to do that Gerald,” Kael said.
He is being mean, it was just a harmless compliment.
“Sorry sir,” he apologized as he stepped on the gas pedal.
I looked outside the window, but I couldn't see clearly; everything was kind of blurry, I had no choice, Kael seized my glasses.
In a few minutes, we got to a beautiful house, a lot more beautiful than mine, but not as beautiful as Kael's.
As we got down from the car, Kael held me aga
