The Billionaire's Forgotten Night
"It's not a horse, Annabelle. It's a car. Now get out before you start it and kill us both."
"I can totally do it!" she chirped, fumbling at the gear stick like it was some sort of puzzle.
"Annabelle-" he warned, stepping closer.
But before he could finish, she jumped out of the car, nearly tripping over her dress. Richard caught her elbow instantly, but she wiggled free and darted toward the front.
He sighed, rubbing his temples. "For God's sake, what are you doing now?"
Annabelle, with laser focus and a face full of curiosity, popped open the bonnet. She leaned forward dramatically, squinting at the engine. "I... want to know... how this iron chariot runs without horses! Where are they hid
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