Riya lingered by the polished black Rolls-Royce, her fingers twitching with hesitation. She wasn't sure if she should get in, but Zachary didn't utter a single word. He merely cast her a sidelong glance. That sharp, cold gaze was enough to slice through steel. That look alone made her move.
She quickly climbed into the backseat. The moment she settled in, the car began to move. The silence inside was heavy, suffocating. Zachary's icy presence intimidated her. Yet, Riya forced a smile and tried to make conversation to ease the tension.
"You came to the event for me? That's sweet of you."
"I didn't come for the event," he said flatly. "I had a meeting with a client."
Her smile faltered, lips twitching as she turned her head to the window, hiding her frustration. 'Can't he just lie to make me feel better?'
Then his voice came again, deeper this time. "If I hadn't shown up tonight, I wouldn't have learned what you were really up to."
