Her Hidden Crowns (Suzanne and Austin)

Chapter 288

It was getting late, and Austin would probably be busy tomorrow.

He glanced at Suzanne, a smile tugging at his lips. It wasn't often he saw her like this, and he couldn't resist the urge to tease her.

Leaning in close, Austin's breath brushed against her ear as he deliberately lowered his voice. A hint of mischief was laced in his tone.

"Just sleeping?"

Suzanne's mind went blank. She quickly averted her gaze, refusing to meet his eyes. "What else?" she huffed.

Pushing him back slightly, she turned and strode out, her steps brisk.

Austin watched her stumbling retreat, his smirk deepening. This side of her was unexpectedly adorable. He then picked up Suzanne's bag before following after

her.

Throughout the drive, Suzanne remained silent as she stared out the window. At some point, sleep overtook her.

An hour later, the car rolled to a stop. As it settled, Suzanne slowly opened her eyes.

Austin had already gathered their things. Glancing at her, he said softly, "Come inside and sleep. It's not comfortable in the car."

suddenly, he

against the door. Staring at Austin, she asked, "What

nervousness stirred

forehead. He tucked it behind her ear. His

word, he opened his door and stepped out

cheeks heat up. It seemed she had

entered the bedroom, Austin was already in the shower. As she turned, her gaze fell on a small bag resting

she walked over and opened it, revealing a small black velvet box. Inside lay an exquisite swan-shaped brooch. The swan's neck arched gracefully, exuding an air of

picked it up, studying

expensive, this particular piece was of collector's quality. Anyone outside the industry might not realize its true

at around 700 thousand dollars. The diamonds encircling it alone were far

lot of thought

the brooch as she stepped in front of the

striking a balance between elegance and

returned the brooch to its box, along with the necklace Austin had

Austin stepping out, fresh out of the shower. He strode

word, he lowered

His voice was

but somehow, he

She lowered her head, murmuring,

a good day