In the parking lot, a tall and handsome man was holding a beautiful woman, drawing the attention of passersby who couldn’t help but speculate on their relationship.
Natalie had no idea what game he was playing.
"Mr. Keller."
Quentin had already set her down and opened the passenger side door of the car. "Get in."
Natalie was about to speak, but then she saw the look in Quentin's eyes. Following his gaze, she noticed that the side of her pencil skirt had ripped, revealing an embarrassing color inside. So, that’s why he carried her down here earlier?
Quentin said calmly, "Get in, it's on the way."
Natalie quickly used her bag to cover the rip and wondered when it happened—probably when she grabbed the handrail earlier.
She sat in the passenger seat, and Quentin walked around to the ot
