Avery looked around when she saw that their car had entered a residential area instead of some restaurant like she had imagined. The neat rows of houses with warm porch lights flickering in the distance only deepened her confusion.
This wasn't the bustling street of a city-center restaurant; this was a quiet neighborhood where families gathered for dinner, not CEOs and their overbearing husbands.
"Silas, why are we here? Listen, I agreed only for dinner, nothing more than that!" she said, her voice sharp with suspicion as she turned toward him, her eyes narrowing as if she were confronting a criminal she needed to guard against.
Her hand even hovered near the door handle, half-tempted to make good on her threat to jump out.
Silas glanced at her from the driver's side, his expression maddeningly calm. "What do you mean by not anything other than dinner?" he asked innocently, his tone filled with mock confusion, as if he truly didn't understand the storm raging in her mind.
