Chapter 548 His Habit
As Sarah uttered those words, she was harboring an unrealistic fantasy in her heart. Could there be even the slightest possibility? That he was truly him. These repeated tests didn't seem to hold meaning, but every time Sarah saw that face, she couldn't shake the illusion that he had come back...
If it wasn't him, why would this man keep appearing before her and nowhere else?
Sarah's back tensed with anxiety, uncertain of what he would say.
Benjamin glanced down, observing the woman's delicate and trembling lashes that flickered like little fans, conveniently shielding the story-filled eyes beneath them.
Could this be it? He had guessed as much already. During their previous encounters, Sarah had often become flustered in his presence.
Initially, Benjamin had thought that this woman might be deliberately trying to get his attention. Now it seemed he had overthought the matter.
And as for Sarah's late husband, he scoffed to himself. What did the affairs of a deceased man have to do with him?
With an emotionless twitch of his lips, he said, "Well, that's quite the coincidence. It seems Ms. Miller's late husband must have been quite the exceptional man."
His tone was indifferent, his natural pride making it impossible to tell if he was genuinely praising Sarah's former spouse or boasting about himself.
Sarah's hopeful anticipation deflated when the expected answer arrived, leaving her with a pang of disappointment. Puckering her lips, she couldn't shake the hollow sense of loss.
"Um, yes, he was a great person. Unmatched by anyone," she replied.
Benjamin nonchalantly twisted his mouth, not interested in prolonging this dull topic. He glanced at the medicine in his hand and offered, "I happen to be free right now, why don't I take you home?"
Since the Harrington Group was about to acquire both Valencia Inc. and J&K, and Sarah was in control of these two companies, Benjamin wasn't going to pass up the chance to learn more about her. Even with his ample confidence, he saw the value in understanding his opponent.
Sarah, unaware of his thoughts, was surprised by his offer to drive her home. She glanced behind him. "Aren't you here at the hospital on business? I wouldn't want to delay you."
"I was here on business." Benjamin flexed his wrist casually. "But I'm done now."
Catching the hint from his gesture, Sarah nodded and said with a touch of embarrassment, "Thank you, Mr. Harrington , but I drove myself here."
"Aren't you feeling unwell?" Benjamin asked, casting a discreet glance at her still-flat stomach. "Now that we've met, it would be ungentlemanly of me not to offer you a ride.
"I'll drive you home in your car and then come back for mine."
With the conversation having reached this point, any further refusal would seem contrived.
Sarah could only nod, "Well, then I appreciate it, Mr. Harrington."
"It's no trouble."
The two walked side by side toward the parking lot. Sarah, anticipating the visit to the hospital, had purposely switched to a pair of flats. The top of her head barely reached the man's chin, and she had to tilt her head to see his profile, which closely resembled Antonio's, save for a scar near the eye.
Sarah's mind was elsewhere, and she failed to notice a shallow step in front of her.
The moment her foot missed the step, she let out an involuntary gasp.
Benjamin quickly reached out and wrapped his arm around her waist.
But Sarah reacted swiftly, stepping away to avoid further intimate contact with Benjamin.
"Thank you, Mr. Harrington, I'm fine."
A glint of intrigue flashed through Benjamin's eyes as he pocketed his now empty hand, his fingertips twitching as if they still clung to the soft touch of a woman's waist.
"Hmm, be careful. Where's the car parked?"
"On the left."
Sarah dared not meet the man's gaze. After answering, she hurried toward the parking area, her steps betraying a sense of urgency to escape.
If possible, she really didn't want any more contact with Benjamin.
As fate would have it, before she could figure out how to deal with this man who might be Antonio's own brother, he appeared before her once again.
Benjamin's gaze followed her retreating figure, his lips curling emotionlessly.
Sarah was not particular about cars; today, she drove a BMW 7 Series.
Benjamin's tall frame made the car seem almost petite once he stood in front of it.
Gentlemanly, he opened the car door for Sarah, then circled around to the driver's seat.
The brisk motion of his large frame brought a gust of cool air, a scent that seemed familiar yet foreign.
Sarah fastened her seatbelt in a daze, feeling an inexplicable warmth in her eyes.
Benjamin adjusted the seat, pressed the ignition button, and cast a fleeting glance at the dispirited woman via the rearview mirror. Her reddening eyes looked as though she had been wronged.
He looked away, his Adam's apple bobbing involuntarily.
"Ms. Miller, could you set the GPS for me, please?" Benjamin asked, his tone casual, yet authoritative.
"Oh... sure." Sarah was clearly not in the zone, her mind elsewhere as she connected to the car's navigation system and input the address of the mansion, then sat back with a straight posture.
Sarah's gaze inadvertently swept over Benjamin's slender fingers as he gripped the steering wheel, the knuckles pronounced and each finger proportionate. For some reason, she felt they bore a striking resemblance to Antonio's.
She quickly withdrew her gaze and focused on the road ahead.
Benjamin noticed her actions and found them somewhat amusing. It was intriguing to him that a woman as sharp and strong-willed as Sarah could reveal a side reminiscent of a schoolgirl.
As he drove, the comforting fragrance filled the cabin, miraculously calming him and dispelling the morning's irritations.
"Ms. Miller, the car smells really nice. What brand is the air freshener?" he askd.
Sarah, caught off guard by the question, was abruptly reminded of a deep-seated memory, which made her heart twinge. "I'm not sure of the brand..."
Worried that Benjamin might misinterprether reaction, Sarah quickly composed herself and elaborated, "This air freshener was something my husband picked up from abroad. I’ve forgotten the brand. Please don't mind it, Mr. Harrington."
Benjamin turned to glance at her, the distress on her face evident. Uncharacteristically, he apologized, "Sorry for bringing up a painful memory."
"It's okay," Sarah replied, her tongue briefly flicking over the corner of her lip. "It's all in the past."
She claimed it was the past, but whether she’d moved on was a question only she could answer.
Benjamin didn't call her out on it, though deep down, he somewhat resented her constant references to her late husband. How could the living move on if they remained submerged in sorrow?
He was a businessman, always seeking to maximize profit. Dwelling on the past wasn't his style. Besides, he had no one to mourn; he couldn’t feel a shred of closeness even toward his father or his fiancée.
Soon, they arrived at the mansion. Benjamin drove in, parking the car directly in the garage. Stepping out first, he instinctively opened the passenger door for Sarah, the gesture flowing as smoothly as a practiced habit.
'Habit…'
That thought made the color in Benjamin's eyes darken. How could a man with amnesia have habits?
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