Keaton's words carried a hint of flirtatiousness. Yanni's heart skipped a beat. She was unsure how to respond. He didn’t seem to mind. He lightly stepped on the gas pedal after confirming her address. Then, he drove her home.

The night was calm and serene, and the Rolls-Royce Ghost sped along the road. Neither of them spoke. Keaton's intentions were clear, while Yanni had no desire to accept them, at least for now. However, the silence between them wasn’t uncomfortable. It felt peaceful instead