The man's arm was still encircling her waist, seemingly not intending to let her go.
Kaitlyn Webb looked up, her small face blushing crimson.
"It's very late, you should go back and rest early, see you tomorrow, tomorrow..." Being stared at by his deep black eyes, she felt her breath becoming unsteady, and by the end, her voice was somewhat stuttering. She gave him a quick glance, then hurriedly turned her head away, not daring to look again.
Morgan Benson remained silent, released his hand, and opened the car door.
Upon seeing this, Kaitlyn Webb immediately stepped out of the car. She didn't walk away immediately, standing outside waiting for him to get out.
"Goodnight..." After the man got out, his tall stature leaned against the car door, with one hand in his pocket. Under the streetlight, he exuded an extraordinary aura, as if he were an exceedingly gentle noble gentleman.
