Amara’s POV
"Why do you need to send me back to school? I've already forgotten about those dreams!" I sighed as I followed him. He pushed the elevator open, and I stepped in while staring at him, frowning in anger.
“Because you have to and if I didn’t do that, my father would think I don’t have a single word,” he replied as he turned his gaze at me.
“Get inside. I’m starving already. I don't think you need to cook today. I have already asked my driver to bring us some food at the villa, " he said as he focused on the road and started to drive.
I nervously chewed on my bottom lip as I struggled to fasten my seatbelt correctly; all the while, his automobile was making an absurd amount of noise. He pulled over in the middle of the road and asked, "Amara, you don't know how to buckle up?
