?Chapter 244:


    Because with Eric Flynn, everything always had to be on his terms.


    “Where are we going?” she asked.


    “The family estate.”


    “On it.”


    Hadley leaned forward, pulling up the GPS. She traced the route in her mind before ncing at him. “Keep an eye on the road. If I miss a turn, let me know.”


    “Yeah, yeah. Just drive.”


    The car eased forward, gliding into the night.


    Eric’s lips curled slightly. Perfect. Now that she was heading home with him, there was no way he was letting her slip away again.


    It had been years since Hadleyst sat behind the wheel, and her shoulders carried the weight of every second she spent gripping it. The car crawled down the road, its pace mirroring her hesitation, as if even the engine shared her nerves.


    Eric, however, showed no sign of impatience. He simply reclined in his seat, eyelids drifting shut, the very image of someone without a single care in the world.


    Despite the sluggish journey, they eventually reached Flynn Mansion, safe and sound.


    Hadley pulled the car to a stop in front of the house, her knuckles still white from clutching the steering wheel. Her entire body felt wound tight, strung up like a bowstring pulled too far.


    She turned toward the man beside her, hesitating before speaking in a voice just above a whisper. “Eric… we are here. Wake up.”


    A low hum rumbled from his throat as his eyelids parted slightly, his gazending on her stiff expression.


    His lips twitched, and a chuckle escaped. “You are seriously this nervous? It’s just driving.”


    Hadley had been swallowing down her frustration for the entire ride, but now it surged like a wave breaking against a dam. “I told you I did not want to drive! You made me do it! So what if I was nervous? If you think I am so terrible at it, why didn’t you drive yourself?!”


    Eric blinked, caught off guard.


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    Right now, she was like a small cat, back arched, fur bristling, finally baring her ws.


    And then, heughed—deep, hearty, and unrestrained. His shoulders shook, amusement lighting up his eyes.


    Hadley puffed out her cheeks, her re sharp enough to cut ss. How could she have been so blind before? What exactly had she seen in this man?


    “Are you mad?”


    Eric tried to suppress hisughter, knowing that if he kept going, this little kitten might just sink her fangs into him. But no matter how hard he tried, he could not ignore the impulse wing at his chest.


    “Hadley, I want to kiss you!” he suddenly dered.


    Hadley’s mind went nk.


    Before she could react, he had already leaned in, his hands cradling her face as he captured her lips.


    His breath was warm,ced with the lingering taste of wine. The kiss was not gentle. It was bold, consuming, an unrelenting tide that pulled her under.


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