ra slid into her car, still mulling over the advice about not rushing into decisions. Was it about love, or something else entirely? The day had been a whirlwind, leaving her drained.


    When she drived home, she passed Ferguson Corporation and unexpectedly spotted Dn. His head was lowered, and from afar, she couldn''t quite read his expression.


    Pulling over, she gave him a friendly wave. "Hey, Mr. Dn, just off work? Need a lift?"


    He looked up, then nced aside. "Yeah, sure.”


    There was an awkward vibe about him that ra couldn''t shake. She hopped out, ready to help him into the car, only to remember her ride didn''t have the fancy features like his, such as an automatic sliding board. Talk about embarrassing.


    He slightly dipped his head and asked, "Am I being a bother?"


    ra''s conscience kicked in. She quickly rolled up her sleeves. "Not at all! Just a bit of manualbor involved. Can I help you in and stow the wheelchair?"


    "Okay."


    As she helped him up, ra found Dn was heavier than he appeared. She''d seen him manage a slow walk before, so why did he seem worse today? His weight leaned into her, making her cheeks flush with the effort. Around Dn, she often bit off more than she could chew, ending up in awkward spots.


    Once he was in, she carefully folded his wheelchair. Itpacted down to the size of a small stool, easy to tuck behind the seat.


    After securing it, she opened the back seat and ced it by his feet. Dn''s eyes drifted to her neck, spotting something faint, before he quickly looked away, pretending to be interested in something else.


    ra didn''t notice and settled into the driver''s seat. Through the rearview mirror, she caught a glimpse of his slight, amused smile.


    "You seem to be in a good mood tonight?"


    It was rare to see him so openly expressive.


    "Is that so? Maybe it''s because someone finally doesn''t find me a hassle."


    ra went quiet, knowing others likely didn''t mind him either, but to Dn, it might all feel like transactional exchanges, drawn by his status and power. At those heights, genuine connections were a rarity.


    Pondering this, she heard him ask, "Got a boyfriend?"


    ra''s foot instinctively hit the brakes, her cheeks warming with embarrassment. She''d been trying not to dwell on the odd events of the past few hours.


    He must''ve noticed the marks when she bent over. How awkward. If she said no, Dn might think she was the type to fool around. But she hadn''t even seen the guy''s face. He''s hardly a boyfriend.


    And bringing up a casual fling? Dn was probably too reserved to get what that meant.


    After a long pause, she tightened her grip on the wheel. "Still figuring that out." He leaned back, visibly more rxed. "That''s good. A healthy rtionship can give you a boost at work."


    ssic Dn—always focused on work performance.


    ra thought about Simon''s rumors and chuckled. Even if every woman on the vanished, Dn probably wouldn''t entertain those thoughts. She admired his loyalty to one woman over the years, undaunted by the world''s chaos, maintaining his own inner peace-truly remarkable.


    Her gaze softened with genuine admiration, her defenses lowering around him. "I''m not sure if this rtionship is healthy. Maybe we had a history I''ve forgotten, but seeing him upset stirs something in me."


    "What kind of something?"


    "I just can''t stand seeing him so down."


    Dn averted his gaze, lips pressed into a thoughtful line. "Then do your best to cheer him up."


    ra shot him a grateful look through the mirror. "Mr. Dn, you really are a good guy."


    Dn suddenly broke into a smile. "Thanks."