I’ll Miss You, Spitfire

Elizabeth’s POV

Narrowing my eyes, I study his face keenly. “It’s hard to tell.”

It’s indeed hard to tell. He looks cute, like a modest man—but he also has this regal side to him… this look of an extremely dangerous man. I don’t know what to think or believe.

His mouth widens in a smile and he takes a peek at the gold Versace wrist watch strapped on his wrist.

“We’ll continue this conversation when I get back, I’m running late for work.” He spins around on his heels.

“No.” I respond adamantly.

He pauses in his steps and twists the upper part of his body to look at me. “No, what?”

“No, you’re not going anywhere.”

A corner of his mouth lifts in a smirk. “Okay then.”

As if he changed his mind, he turns and then walks around the car front and gets in the driver’s seat.

What’s he doing?

He starts the car and revs it.

What in heaven’s name is he trying to do?

My brows furrow as I stare at him through the windscreen, and he returns my look with a smirk on his face.

Does that smirk