MY BOYFRIEND.

“Drop me at your company. My car is there,” Payton exhaled as she got into the car beside King.

“My driver will drop you at the gallery. I’ll send someone to bring your car,” he said.

Payton did not say anything but only silently agreed with him and then opened her bag. She removed her phone, and then the car key.

Handing the key over to him, she unlocked her phone and then went through the internet.

She heaved a sigh of relief as she realized that the article was off the internet already and then looked out of the window.

“It is taken down already.”

As if he knew what was in her mind, he said.

“I know,” she nodded her head, not turning to look at him.

“I…did not mean for such pictures to be captured, which caused you to be dragged too,” he stuttered.

“I’m glad you are agreeing that it is your fault,” Payton breathed out and shot him a glance.

“Is there no way we can convince Mum? We do not need this honeymoon,” she asked:

“There is no way, just drop it. The earlier you know that she