Jestine's POV
I was in a rush. The office wouldn't wait, and I needed to prepare the documents in the folder. I dashed out of the house, but the driver was nowhere in sight. With no time to waste, I headed straight for the gate, praying I could flag down a taxi.
Fifteen agonizing minutes passed before a sleek black car rolled to a stop in front of me. The window lowered smoothly, revealing Alpha Winkle behind the wheel, a warm smile lighting up his face.
"Get in. I'll drive you to the construction site," he offered, his brown eyes locking onto mine, silently pleading for me not to refuse.
I hesitated. But then I remembered the interior design proposal waiting on my desk. "Fine," I muttered, slipping into the passenger seat.
The ride felt like the longest of my life. Silence stretched
