Jax’s POV
I carefully brushed Elena’s hair aside, getting a clear view of her angelic face. She looked so peaceful while sleeping. Thick eyebrows and lashes, a refined nose, rosy cheeks, and soft pink lips tinted with nude lipstick.
She seemed completely at ease, unlike three days ago when she had been crying and screaming.
“You look really in love with your girlfriend, sir…” the driver, who spoke with a Canadian accent, reMarked. l met his eyes in the rearview mirror and saw him smirking.
“She’s not my girlfriend…” l whispered, surprised by the disappointment l felt saying it.
“Still courting her? l bet she’ll be your girlfriend by the end of this trip, sir.”
“No.” l laughed lightly. “We only met a few weeks ago.”
Although l wanted to keep holding her while she slept, l eventually
