Vivian immediately recoiled, her face painted with shock and fear. "'Young Master…I... I wasn't playing in your car, I swear," she stammered, "and I certainly didn't drop anything there."
Ethan thought he'd misheard her. A strange feeling coursed through him as she called him 'young master.'
This unfamiliar address hit him differently.
"Who taught you to call me that?" Ethan took a step toward her, and each of his strides met with a retreat from Vivian.
Was she really that scared of him? Had his behavior that day frightened her?
Before Ethan could say more, their driver, who hadn't gone far, rushed over.
He offered an apology. "I'm sorry, young Master. The young lady wanted to play with this toy in your car. She's a little shy, so I stepped away. I hope this didn't cause you any trou
