When Arnav finally reached his car door and Arsene was still standing nearby, Arnav cleared his throat. His subtle way of signaling that it was time to part ways. This was where the evening should end. He needed some time alone again and didn’t want any further interruptions from his brother. But instead of taking the hint, because Arsene was either oblivious or simply pretending not to notice. He wandered to the passenger side and casually opened the door, as if assuming he was welcome.
By the time they were both seated inside, Arnav could feel the tension rising again.
“Shall I remind you to go home?” he said coldly. “Your wife might start getting worried about her husband staying out this late at night.”
Arsene didn’t seem to care. He buckled his seatbelt, clearly ready to ride with
