Braxen elegantly opened the car door and gently helped me inside.
He then walked around the front of the car and got in from the other side.
Looking at my somewhat childish casual wear, it didn't quite match his sharp, tailored suit.
Just like how I usually take the subway to work, while he has a personal driver, equally mismatched.
Also, I'm already twenty-eight, and he's just a fresh graduate, still mismatched.
The initial excitement in my heart gradually lost its rhythm as the private car drove smoothly and quietly.
"Drop me off first in a bit, it's not appropriate."
I suddenly spoke up, addressing the driver.
The driver didn't respond to me but looked at Braxen through the rearview mirror for his opinion.
Braxen, under the gaze of both the driver and me, pursed his lips but ev
