Naturally, Zoe rejected him.

Staring at the bouquet of roses in her hand, Mason asked dryly, “Is that from Saül?”

As a matter of fact, she bought it for herself, but she wasn’t about to admit it to him. So, she said nonchalantly, “It’s none of your business now, Mr. Mason.”

His eyes grew darker at the cold way she addressed him. He was still looking at Zoe, but he directed his orders to Luke, who was sitting in the driver’s seat. “Please invite Ms. Zoe into our car.”

The poor, old chauffeur