LEXI'S POV
"Thank you for dropping me off, Grey," I said with a smile as his car stopped in front of the building where I work.
He smiled back at me. "Are you sure you’re ready to go back to work?" he asked.
"Of course. I can’t afford to stop working—I don’t want to run out of money, especially now that I can’t rely on Papa," I said jokingly.
That was true. I didn’t want to stop working because I’d never wanted to depend on Papa for my financial needs, even before. Especially now, with all the problems at home.
"I could support you, you know. You don’t need to work," he said, smiling.
"Crazy. You’re not obligated to do that. Anyway, I’ll see you later. Bye."
I was about to get out of the car when he suddenly grabbed my hand. I turned to him, puzzled. I didn’t think I’d forgotten any
