She shut her mouth. A passenger had no right to complain.
Still, she was thankful she had chosen the front seat. If she'd sat in the back, it would've looked like Logan was her chauffeur.
Did she really want to be driven by the King of Hell himself?
As she was muttering internally, Logan suddenly reached toward her.
Startled, Natalie jumped. "I'm buckled up!" she exclaimed, pulling the seatbelt tight to show him.
She wasn't like those female leads in romance novels who conveniently forgot their seatbelts just so the male lead could lean over and help…
With the male lead's help, she was getting closer and closer...
Honestly, if Natalie hadn't known Logan wasn't interested in women, she might've fantasized about becoming Mrs. Parker someday. But she knew better.
Right now, all she wanted was to make it clear she had no intention of clinging to him.
Unexpectedly, Logan stared at her for a few seconds, then...
