Chapter 933
“Enough! Just call a cab already!”
Michelle cut her friend off sharply.
But Lenny had heard every word of their bickering.
Before the two could continue squabbling, he had already stepped out of the car and begun loading the shopping bags into the trunk.
Her friend laughed brightly at the sight. “Thank you so much!”
Michelle glanced back just in time to see Lenny reaching for another bag, and she quickly protested, “I told you, I don’t need your help! Can’t you understand?”
“Miss Keller, it’s nothing,” Lenny said calmly, his tone polite but unmistakably businesslike. “Since Mr. and Mrs. Hunt have assigned me to escort you, I naturally have to see it through. And since your friend asked, if I refuse, I could get penalized.”
His words left no room for refusal. Michelle had no choice but to let him continue.
Her friend seized the moment and climbed into the car.
Lenny moved efficiently, handling the bags with practiced precision. Michelle had meant to thank him, but the words caught in her throat, and she said nothing.
Once inside, both women settled into the back seat.
Her friend, in high spirits, immediately started messaging on her phone, but after a few minutes, she noticed Michelle’s uncharacteristic quietness.
“You’re usually so chatty,” she teased. “Why so silent today?”
Leaning closer, she caught sight of Michelle tilting her head as if avoiding something.
“Let me guess… Are you nervous about seeing your old crush?”
Michelle’s expression darkened instantly. “Crush? He’s just an ordinary classmate. Don’t spread nonsense about the past.”
“Oh? So you still haven’t gotten over Nick?” her friend persisted teasingly.
Michelle’s face turned sharp. “Are you looking for trouble?”
“Want some juice?”
At that moment, Lenny’s voice cut in, breaking the tension and saving Michelle from further embarrassment. He reached into the small fridge and handed two bottles to the back seat.
Michelle ignored the drink while her friend eagerly grabbed one. “Thanks! Perfect timing, I’m thirsty.”
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Her friend’s attention naturally shifted to Lenny. Though he was “just” an assistant, he was striking-tall, well-built, and sharp-featured. At first glance, his face was delicate; on closer inspection, it was the kind you appreciated more and more the longer you looked.
This wasn’t some overworked assistant surviving in the wind and rain-he looked like a minor celebrity. Even at a fashion show, he’d probably rank in the top three for looks.
Her friend’s mind began scheming. Once Lenny finished dropping them off, she planned to invite him to her party.
“Lenny, since you said you’re free tonight, why not stay for our party?”
“No, thank you…” Lenny waved his hand to decline, but before he could finish, her friend tugged at his
sleeve.
“I don’t like owing favors. You’ve carried all this stuff for me-you have to stay and at least eat and drink. Otherwise, I’d feel terrible.” 1
Lenny looked slightly helpless at her persistence.
Michelle stepped in to save him. “Let him go. He’s just an assistant. He doesn’t have to join your party.”
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