Matilda Jenkins was puzzled about how Nolan Morrison could maintain such a cold and indifferent face while doing these things to her.
The driver remained expressionless, his eyes fixed ahead, though his ears were attentively listening to the happenings in the back.
The driver drove the car into the residential area and reminded them when they were downstairs: "We're here."
Matilda Jenkins hurriedly nudged Nolan Morrison: "We're here, let's get out of the car."
Nolan Morrison lifted his head from Matilda's shoulder, his usually pale face was tinted with a thin redness. His eyes, smudged with passion, appeared intensely dark, making his face extraordinarily alluring.
Matilda Jenkins gulped a mouthful of saliva, "Let's get out of the car."
"Alright..."
Matilda Jenkins shivered as she handed Nolan Morrison his coat.
He didn't move, just stretched out his arm. Matilda bit her lips; he really was used to her serving him now.
