CHAPTER SIXTY NINE

SCARLETT'S POV.

As expected, the ride to the mansion had been long and awkward. Like, super awkward. Luca had been on his face, staring hard at it with all concentration while I just looked out the window, sneaking occasional glances at him whenever he wasn't looking.

The driver too had been sneaking glances at me from the mirror, probably trying to understand what was going on. I hadn't missed the way he'd widened his eyes when he saw how drenched Luca had allowed himself get. I couldn't blame him, if I were him then I'd be curious too.

I had no idea I'd fallen into sleep until I felt a light pat on my shoulder and opened my eyes to see that the car was parked in the familiar garage of the mansion. We'd reached finally, but wait ...

I looked up at the hand that had woken me up and it was the driver's. Luca had gone in without me, not even bothering to wake me up?

What did you expect him to do, carry you bridal style into your bedroom? My brain asked me and I realised that I was be