Blanche's POV
I had just left Blissfield Villa and slipped into my car when someone yanked open the passenger door from outside.
Caught off guard, I jumped as a figure quickly dropped into the seat beside me.
When I saw who it was, relief washed over me.
Vincent settled into the passenger seat and leaned closer, shrinking the space between us.
His eyes searched my face, hunting for any hint of what I was feeling. A brilliant smile spread across his lips as he teased, "What's the matter? Do I scare you that much, or are you just too bashful to look at me?"
I wasn't in the mood for his games. "I have things to handle. Mr. Aarav, please get out."
Vincent brushed off my request. He slouched back, hands clasped behind his head, and studied me. "What's this about? You're back in Oakwood and suddenly acting like we're strangers?"
Anxiety crept into my voice. "Vincent, I'm serious. I really need to go."
