'Private matters?' Charlotte wondered.
Charlotte stared at Shane, puzzled. "Mr. Fuller, what private matters could there be between us?"
They had only crossed paths as many times as one could count on their fingers, and it wasn’t like they spoke much during those occasions. How could there possibly be private matters between the two?
"It seems you don't plan to thank me for helping you at the Emersons' banquet. Perhaps Ms. Emerson isn't quite as educated as I'd hoped."
"You..." Charlotte stumbled backward in astonishment from Shane’ s effortless disclosure of her identity. However, he grasped her wrist firmly.
Shane narrowed his eyes at her. Still latched onto her wrist, he marched out of the building and stopped in front of his car. In one swift movement, he pulled the door open and stuffed her in.
Then, he walked around the front of the car and climbed into the driver' s seat, immediately starting the engine.
The duo was all alone in that narrow space. Charlotte felt her breathing grow heavy and she couldn't help but clutch her seatbelt tightly.
She had no idea what Shane was going to do next.
"Where do you live?"
"Flowerbed Residence."
Under Shane's presence, the atmosphere seemed to weigh down on her. She chastised herself in her heart. How could she be afraid of Shane Fuller?
Shane sped his way to their destination. Before Charlotte could come to her senses, they had arrived at the entrance of her neighbourhood.
"We're here. Get off."
He really did send her home.
Taking a while to process what happened, she alighted the car.
Shane reached toward the back seat for her bag, fumbling with both hands to grab it. Once he got out, he leaned his back against the car with his long legs crossed. It looked as if he was not in a hurry to leave.
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