Chapter - 62

Yohan Dixon picked up his mobile phone and turned back. She lowered her gaze not to be caught. He narrowed his eyes. Wasn’t she looking at him as if he was a bar of chocolate and she would grab him?

“Shall we go?”

“Huh?”

Yohan Dixon carried her suddenly, giving her goosebumps.

She wrapped her arms around his long neck clenching his collar.

“I can walk.” She muttered. She didn’t want to die inhaling his manly fragrance.

“Oh, really?”

He effortlessly came downstairs.

“You shouldn’t carry me all the time. Your suit will be wrinkled.”

“I have thousands of them.” He put her on the shotgun seat and looked at her.

“But you are the only one.”

She widened her eyes and he closed the door. He did not seem a sweet talker.

Sara Owen took off her book and kept reading in the car.

When they reached Vento University, she closed the book and put it in her bag. They looked at each other.

“Are you ready?” He asked.

Sara Owen nodded. When she was about to get out, he opened the door and carried her.

“Wha