The Driver


    ENTRY 14.3


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    “Oh, Ace, dear. You know, Lana, right?” Cora asked Ace, who just stopped in front of them, with his


    hands tucked inside his pockets.


    Ace crept a smile on his lips as he darted his gaze to Lana. “Yes. She’s my prof.”


    Cora smiled widely. “Oh, you’re a savior, dear. Lana can’t make it home all by herself, and I also


    have someone waiting for me. If you don’t mind, can you—”


    “Cora!” Lana interrupted her friend, “I can go by—”


    “Oh, shut up, girl,” Cora asserted, “Ace…” she turned to Ace, “please, send her home. I tell you the


    address,” she added and did tell Ace Lana’s address.


    Lana’s shoulders went down, and she couldn’t believe that Cora seemed to sell her to the devil.


    Ace nodded. “Sure.”


    Cora smiled and even pped her hands in glee. “Thank you. Where’s your car?”


    Ace withdrew his right hand from his pocket, and Cora saw a key remote in there, and the ck


    Range Rover on their back rmed and shed a quick speed of light.


    “There it is. So, I’ll entrust my friend to you, dear,” Cora said, and in just a blink of an eye, she left.


    Lana’s fear registered on her face, but she managed to take a few steps before Ace held her in her


    arm. “You’re drunk,” he said. His voice was deep yet calm.


    Lana gasped when she felt a sudden spark and electrifying feeling from his touch. “L-Let me go.”


    Even the surroundings weren’t that bright. Ace could see the fear on Lana’s face.


    “It’s not that I’m gonna eat you,” he said and chuckled.


    Lana felt a warm rush towards her cheeks. “I’m not thinking of that one—”


    “Come on, I will drive you home,” he said and dragged her. What caught Lana’s attention was the


    gentleness in his grip.


    She couldn’t feel any harshness in it.


    Lana shouldn’t be afraid, right? But Ace’s aura hist different. It seems like, at any moment, he will


    transform into a beast.


    “A-Ace…”


    “Prof,” Ace teased as he opened the door.


    Lana bit her lower lip, climbed up, and sat in the passenger seat. She saw how a smirk crept into


    Ace’s lips before he closed the door.


    He turned to the side and sat in the driver’s seat. He gazed at her, and his forehead slightly knitted.


    “Fasten your seatbelt—”


    “Don’t teach me what I’m going to do. I am older than you,” Lana said and pulled the seatbelt and


    locked it to the side.


    Ace arched his brow and let out a soft chuckle. “Oh, I see. For a year? I know that you’re just a


    fresh grad—”


    “I didn’t know that you’re checking my background, Mr. DiMarco.”


    Ace smirked. “Of course, dealing with people whom I’m interested in must undergo my investigating


    skills,” he joked, making Lana’s jaw drop.


    Lana rolled her eyes and just looked past through the window, and after a few seconds, Ace started


    the engine and sped away from the bar.


    Lana’s tipsy feeling swiftly faded. She doesn’t want to breathe in the same atmosphere as Ace. She


    doesn’t know why –she just hates it.


    Maybe it’s the fact that Ace is an elite student. He’s the future heir of argepany in the


    country. And Lana is a simpledy who loves simplicity more than dealing with those people in a


    gentry circle.


    “How’s the time dealing with my fucking father?” Ace broke the silence that filled his car.


    Lana heaved a sigh. Now, she could understand why the man approached her. “I did tell him to try


    my best, persuading you. But whatever I do—”


    “I won’t listen to you,” Ace cut off the hum of her words and chuckled. “However, I’ll consider your


    subject as it ys a major role in my course,” he nced at Lana, who was now gazing at him, then


    he looked in front, “—schedule a one-on-one study with you—”


    “You can include your friends—”


    “No. I don’t share what’s mine,” Ace interrupted, making Lana confused. Belongs ? to N?velDrama.Org.


    “W-What are you saying?”


    Ace smirked. “I said, I don’t share what’s mine.”


    Lana scoffed. “And who said that I’m yours?”


    “Bingo! You just said it. And there’s no turning back—”


    “Are you insane?!” Lana’s voice raised because of irritation.


    Ace let out a devilish chuckle. “You just mentioned that you’re mine—”


    “Comprehension, Mr. DiMarco. I am asking. So, it''s a question, and it’s different from a statement,


    and I will never be yours,” she replied with dignity.


    Ace formed a sly smirk on his lips. “Hmm… we’ll see about that,” he said meaningfully.