Agnes trailed behind Jared as they left the airport.
For some reason, she felt a bit deflated.
Jared didn't look surprised or excited to see her, not even a bit.
But Agnes noticed that Jared was walking a bit faster than usual.
So, was he eager to get home?
Jared's private car was already waiting for them outside the airport.
However, Jared instructed his driver Moss, "Hand me the keys. I'll drive and you can take a cab home."
Moss exited the car, and Jared slid into the driver's seat.
Agnes quietly opened the back door, ready to get in.
"Sit in the front," Jared suddenly said.
Agnes obediently closed the back door and opened the front passenger door.
She asked herself, "Does it really matter where I sit?"
After buckling her seatbelt, Agnes noticed Jared hadn't started the car yet. Instead, he was gazing at her with a strange look.
His eyes were deep and mysterious, like the sea at night. It felt like she could drown in them with just one glance.
Feeling uncomfortable under his gaze, Agnes asked, "What are you looking at? Is there something on my face?"
With a serious tone, Jared said, "Yeah, come here, let me wipe it off."
Thinking that she really had something on her face, Agnes leaned in.
Unexpectedly, Jared leaned over and kissed her. The kiss was full of dominance.
Agnes could even feel Jared's desire. However, she was still a bit shy.
They were parked in the open-air parking lot at the airport, surrounded by people and cars coming and going.
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