Chapter 185 Is that Man You're Looking at as Good as I Am?
"Are you surprised to see me?" Brady's voice was casual, a hint of amusement lacing his words as he noted her stunned gaze.
Violet, however, quickly shook off her surprise, her face regaining its usual composure. She didn't have time for distractions, not now.
"Brady, release me. I'm in a hurry," she urged, her hands pushing against his chest in an attempt to free herself.
Brady, however, only tightened his grip, his scent of tobacco arrogantly wafting beneath her nose. It wasn't unpleasant, just overwhelmingly intense.
As Brady looked down at the woman in his arms, he noticed how different she appeared that night. Her makeup was impeccably done, her eyeliner sharp and her lips a soft cherry blossom pink. Her dress was a perfect blend of elegance and seduction, accentuating her innocent allure. He had always known Violet was beautiful, but tonight, she was enchanting.
"What kind of emergency requires such an elaborate attire?" His voice was rich with curiosity.
"Brady, my personal time is my own. Even as an employee of the Hall family, I'm not obligated to report to you, am I?" Violet retorted, her mind racing against the ticking clock. Emily had set their dinner for 7:30.
It was already seven.
She would have enough time if she took a cab, but Brady's sudden appearance had thrown a wrench in her plans. She couldn't afford to miss her appointment. She had to see Arthur tonight, or her mother's situation would remain unresolved.
With this thought driving her, she summoned the strength to push Brady away and attempted to make a quick escape.
Despite her efforts, Brady easily caught up with her, his arms wrapping around her from behind. "Do you have a date?" he teased, his hands warm and secure, wrapped around her waist.
Violet spun around to glare at him. "Yes, I have a date. What's it to you, Brady? Since when have you meddled in your employees' love lives? Don't you have anything better to do?"
"That was quick," Brady remarked, flicking his cigarette butt to the ground and stamping it out. He then opened the passenger door of a nearby car, ushered Violet in, and fastened her seatbelt before sliding into the driver's seat.
Once settled, Brady locked the car doors with a decisive click. Violet was now trapped, but after her initial anger subsided, she resigned herself to his presence.
"Where to?" Brady asked, his fingers lightly resting on the steering wheel.
"The Caesar's Restaurant," Violet replied tersely, her lips pressed together in a thin line.
Brady's lips curled into a slight smile, and he hit the gas, the car speeding down the road. The atmosphere inside the car was tense, the silence only broken by their breathing.
Violet did her best to keep her eyes away from Brady, her gaze fixed on the stream of lights outside the car window. Her mind was racing, trying to figure out how to deal with him.
As they neared The Caesar's Restaurant, she managed a polite, "Brady, thanks for the lift."
"Don't worry, I won't cramp up your style by joining your table. That's not my thing," he responded, his voice smooth and charismatic. "I'll just sit nearby and watch."
With that, Violet had little else to say. At the very least, if he wasn't going to interfere, she had plenty to be thankful for.
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