Elena's POV
"Why?" Dorian asked, his brow furrowing. "Don't you like the color? The model? I can change it immediately."
I stepped back. "You know exactly what you're doing."
Something flickered in his eyes before he responded.
"What are you talking about?"
I glanced at Oliver, who watched us both with curiosity. "You know," I said quietly. "Don't act clueless."
Dorian slipped his hand into his pocket, shaking his head slightly. "It's just a gift. For you, for Oliver, so you can drive him to school safely without stress."
"This is for me?" Oliver asked, rushing toward the Bentley.
"Don't touch it!" I shouted, but too late.
Oliver's fingers were already exploring the door.
Dorian turned to observe, a slight smile playing on his lips. "See? He loves it."
My heart squeezed painfully. I couldn't allow Dorian to get close to us. Maybe it was too late for me, but not for Oliver.
