The parking lot was cold, making Molly shiver.

Ocelotte opened the door of gray Cullinan, gesturing for Molly to get in. She hesitated, afraid that the wine stains on her clothes would dirty his car. However, it was clear that he didn’t mind.

Ocelotte's eyes showed a hint of displeasure as he commanded, “Get in.”

Only then did Molly cautiously get in, trying her best not to dirty his car.

After a moment, Ocelotte followed and got into the car. Inside, the only sound was the faint click of seat belts, and that small noise made Molly feel like a startled bird.

She turned her head slightly and whispered, “Where are we going?”

Ocelotte buckled his seatbelt, his dark eyes deep and unreadable. After a long silence, he replied with a touch of mockery, “To the hotel.

"What’s this? After a few years in the entertainment industry, you’ve learned how to play hard to get with men and pretend to be innocent?”

“I haven’t,” Molly quickly responded. Her voice was husky and tinged with hes