Jeremy's sports car rolled to a smooth stop right in front of the Tang manor gate. The sky had turned into an inky black canvas, but inside the car, it was brighter than a discount Christmas display.
The source? Everly's face, which was radiating so much joy that it could probably power a small village.
Jeremy had been driving for the past twenty minutes wearing sunglasses. Not because it was sunny—it was pitch black outside—but because the human-shaped lightbulb sitting in his passenger seat was threatening his retinal health.
"Are you sure we don't need to delete the CCTV footage or... I don't know, do something to cover our tracks?" Jeremy asked, his voice tinged with genuine concern. "What if that sly girl uses this to sue you?"
He paused, his hands tightening on the steering wheel as a bizarre realization crept over him like a slow-moving horror. This entire operation had felt... bland. Disappointingly mundane.
