Ezekiel's pov,
I knew that look already. Something was wrong, and I knew just what it was.
I woke up that morning to a call for a brief meeting, and after that, I told my driver to have the day off, and I returned back to the mansion.
Seeing her step out of the front door in a bogus tracksuit of mine almost made me burst out a laugh.
I knew she was upset, but this dress she had on was messing with my plans for the day.
Lauren moved to the front seat and slammed the doors against her again.
“Are you alright?” I asked, trying to mask the obliviousness in my question.
I could have just told her upright, but she'll think I'm a freak.
She didn't bother answering me, turning her head to the window, and now, instead of pestering her, I took to the road.
It was cold but bearable. The driv
