This was the first one anyone had ever dared to lecture him, woman nonetheless. Surprisingly, he was neither offended by her tone nor her words, some of which were directly insulting. When she said that he would soon turn so ugly that all his women would flee to get more handsome patrons, he burst into laughter.

"Do you have any particular problem with me having other women by my side?" He gazed at her directly.

She frowned at his stupid question. Of course! Who wouldn't have a problem? Men like him were harbingers of trouble. What if his fiancée found out about his mistresses and wanted to confront them, and she was mistaken to be one of them? Wouldn't she be in trouble for merely being there? She thought guiltily about how she was once one of them, but her relationship with him was fake, so it didn't count.

He observed the changes in her expression and smiled. Although she didn't answer him in the end, her expression was already a clear enough answer. He wanted to explain himself, but for some reason, he was enjoying her jealous demeanor too much, so he let her misunderstand.

…

"Do you have plans this evening?" He asked when they were done eating.

"Of course." She was not accompanying him anywhere even if he decided to triple her bonus. Aside from staying with her dad, she had already promised to visit Nina and was not planning to break her promise for anything.

Desmond felt bummed. He had been invited to a party this evening and hoped she could go on his behalf since he had no interest in going himself. If this were any of his former assistants, he would have given her a cold stare that would make her change her mind on her own and quickly agree to go. However, he didn't want to force her to do anything she didn't want to for some strange reason.

Brushing it off that it was not a working day for her, he stood up and led the way. "Then I will drop you off."

"Huh? You don't have to…" She was stumped. How could she ask Desmond to drop her off?! Did she want to die?

The man ignored her words, grabbed his car keys from the valet, and then opened the passenger door. "Get in."

Before she could come up with an excuse, he gazed at her coldly. Why did she accept Liam's ride but not his? The former had flaunted to him about it. "This is a private district. If you want to sprint home, then be my guest…" His gaze trailed down her feet. "But I doubt your shoes will be able to handle the pressure."

"What do you have against my shoes?" She felt so uncomfortable from his penetrative gaze at her feet that she wanted to hide them away.

He continued scrutinizing as though finding something against them. "Nothing much." Before she could sigh in relief, he added, "Although you are beautiful and will look good in anything, I still think you would look better in a pair of diamond heels."

She glared at him and entered the car. If she wanted to retain her sanity, it would be better to ignore his antics.

The man entered the driver's seat with a chuckle and it was only then that she remembered that she had driven here. She felt her back freeze. Was she seriously letting her boss drive her? He wouldn't fly into a rage, right? Why was he looking at her like he could bore holes on the side of her face?

When he withdrew his gaze and started the car, she breathed out in relief and tried to enjoy the guiltiest ride of her life.

Just when she thought her butt would go sore from how tense she was, they finally arrived at Phoenix Apartments. She didn't recall ever telling him her address, but then again, she didn't tell Liam either, and he had found her. She didn't need to ask.