Domineering Lover novel Chapter 456

Tracey followed Wilson out of the office. Wilson was as dumb as an oyster and would remain taciturnity all day long if let him be.

Tracey felt more embarrassed when they were taking his private elevator down.

She turned her head to the floor indicator of the elevator. And the number on it was getting smaller and smaller when the elevator descended.

At the underground garage, Tracey saw her Porsche, "Mr. Wallace, I drove here. Tell me the address, and I'll follow you."

"Give me the key." Wilson's instruction was short but irrefutable.

With confusion, Tracey handed the key over obediently. Unexpectedly, Wilson turned around and left.

"Mr. Wallace, what happens?" Tracey couldn't figure out what this oyster was thinking about, and Wilson wouldn't explain.

He strode to a black luxury car and pulled open the door of the driver’s seat.

The driver came off the car quickly and said, "Mr. Wallace."

Wilson put a car key in the driver's hand and said, "Drive it back." Anyway, Tracey lived close to him. And the driver left sensibly.

Tracey finally figured out his purpose of giving her a ride.

Wilson opened the car door of the passenger seat for her, "Get in the car."

He was different from Adam. Adam was considerate and respectful to Tracey, not domineering.

Wilson always had his own way in everything. Considering her own request, Tracey got in the car.

When Wilson bent over to fasten the safety belt for her, Tracey was shocked.

She snatched the belt from Wilson and said, "Mr. Wallace, I'll do it myself."

Wilson sat straight in the driver's seat, put into gear, and stepped on the gas. Tracey turned to look at the serious driver next to her and admitted that he was handsome, so was his profile.

Women, except Tracey, would be fascinated by his cold and indifferent aura. As she already had Adam, so the excellent Wilson wouldn't win her heart.

'Now, he should have got up to work.' Her train of thought turned to Adam, and the pictures of his getting up played in her mind automatically.

Adam would finish washing up and putting on clothes within 20 minutes, then have breakfast downstairs. How would he feel about her absence during his breakfast now? Getting used to it?

No, she still missed him all day long, so would he. The thought of Adam made her feel warm at heart.

Wilson saw a faint smile on her face and asked, "What are you thinking about?"

"Missing my fiance. I wonder what he is up to now." Tracey said honestly, "By the way, Mr. Wallace, are you married?"

Wilson was of about the same age as Adam, and a bigshot like him, in Tracey's opinion, should get married at an early age.

Wilson felt stung on the ear by the word 'Fiance', and his voice sounded colder, "No."

"Do you have a girlfriend?" Tracey was curious about the mysterious Wilson.

"No." Wilson answered coldly.