Book TRK
Chapter 92
Yvan was caught off guard when Ella, seizing the moment of his distraction, wrapped her arms around his neck and planted a kiss that landed on the corner of his mouth as he instinctively stepped back.
Ella pouted, looking genuinely hurt, “Yvan, you’ve changed!”
All Yvan did was pat her shoulder, “Cut it out, Ella. Let go.”
Reluctantly, Ella dropped her arms but then quickly caught Yvan’s hand. Such gestures were once second nature to them. Ella used to shower Yvan with her vibrant passion, but now…
Tilting her head, she glanced at this man next to her, her eyelashes fluttering, feeling that something was off with Yvan. The latter let her lead him by the hand. As they passed through the lobby after work, the staff, who were still toiling away, caught the sight where Yvan’s hand was held by a girl as they walked out, and covered their mouth in shock.
“Who’s that girl?”
“How bold can she get! My God!”
“She’s actually holding Mr. Boyd’s hand? And he didn’t tell her to buzz off? Unbelievable!”
“That’s it. Mr. Boyd must have a new flame.”
The whispers inevitably reached Ella’s ears. She frowned, glanced back, and the gossipers immediately pretended to be engrossed in their work, as if those words had never slipped from their lips.
Those remarks from a bunch of ragtags were nothing but şour grapes.
Ella rolled her eyes. Then, she pulled Yvan towards the elevator, and they headed down to the parking lot where Carl was waiting to finish his duty of escorting Yvan. With an icy bow, Carl said, “Goodbye, Mr. Boyd.”
Yvan raised an eyebrow nonchalantly and replied, “Thanks for your hard work.”
After the routine send–off, Carl left, and Yvan opened the car door, inviting Ella, “Get
in: I’ll drive you.”
“Wow! You’re driving?” Ella gasped in delight, bouncing into the passenger seat like a child, “I’ve been so sick of your stuffy drivers. You’re finally taking the wheel!” Exclusive © material by Nô(/v)elDrama.Org.
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Yvan listened to Ella’s ceaseless chatter, started the car silently, and skillfully backed
out of the parking space.
Ella was busy admiring the car’s interior when she said, “Yvan, you look so cool driving. Can I take a picture?”
A bit noisy. Yvan frowned slightly, and then, repressing his irritation, he said, “Sure, but don’t make a scene.”
That was a yes!
Triumphantly, Ella whipped out her phone, snuggled up to Yvan, and snapped a selfie. In the photo, Yvan wasn’t looking at the camera, and just focused on the road. His profile was sharp and handsome,
reminiscent of a brooding celebrity, while Ella’s radiant smile shone brightly in the foreground – a stark contrast of cool and warm.
Ella excitedly continued to take selfies, while Yvan just drove, occasionally answering her questions. Otherwise, his gaze never left the road ahead.
Ella found his noble, aloof demeanor to be quite charming and sneakily took some more photos of him driving alone, saving them on her phone.
Upon arrival, Yvan gave his name, and Carl had already reserved the largest private room for them five minutes earlier. They were greeted by a waiting attendant as they entered.
“Hey.” Ella paused by the window, her eyes catching a familiar face. She murmured, “Isn’t that Mason? Does he have a girlfriend now? The woman sitting across from him is pretty cute.“*