“Mr. Wilfred,” Emily nodded politely. “What’s going on?”
“Oh, we’re out of gas,” Wilfred replied with a small chuckle. “Trying to figure out how to get down the mountain.”
The Mandale Hotel was nestled halfway up a coastal hill.
“My apologies, Mr. Wilfred,” his assistant interjected, clearly embarrassed. “I completely forgot to refuel.”
Emily hesitated, feeling awkward. She wanted to offer them a ride since Wilfred had just helped clear her name. But then she remembered that she hadn’t driven here. She had come with Sean.
“You can ride with us,” Sean offered smoothly, breaking the tension.
“That’s very kind of you. Thank you,” Wilfred said with a warm smile.
The four of them climbed into the car. Sean took the driver’s seat, and Wilfred’s assistant quickly claimed the front passenger seat, leaving Emily and Wilfred in the back.
Sean couldn’t help but feel a twinge of annoyance. He had wanted Emily in the front with him, not chatting away with Wilfred in the back.
“So, Miss Yat
