You're...?
Stella Sterling trailed off.
She simply gazed back at the composed man, her eyes dewy and clear.
Her warm, damp hand was still pinned beneath his palm.
A steady warmth radiated from his hand into hers, making her palm grow clammy.
After a long moment, Stella Sterling wiggled her wrist and murmured, "It's hot."
'His palm was so warm it was making her sweat.'
A faint smile in his eyes, the man murmured two words, "Silly girl."
He then pulled out a tissue, turned over Stella's soft, delicate hand, and pressed it into her palm.
This scene, witnessed by the driver in the front seat, sent shockwaves through him.
As a driver trained specifically for the Rhodes Family, he had followed Mr. Rhodes for years and had never seen him be so approachable.
Mr. Rhodes never even unbent like this in front of the Rhodes Family elders.
But tonight, for a young woman, he had not only given up his personal seat but had also deigned to wipe her hand.
