Not A Small-Town Girl

Emery sounded worried.

"No need," Danielle replied casually. "It’s a small matter."

"Alright, but stay sharp," Emery said, clearly still concerned.

"Okay," Danielle said. After hanging up, she turned and found David watching her intently. His intense gaze caught her off guard, making her heart flutter like a calm lake disturbed by a sudden ripple.

Breaking the silence, she said, "I should head home now."

David’s lips twitched into a soft smile. His voice was low and gentle as he said, "I’ll drive you."

In the car, the ride was quiet. As the smooth motion of the vehicle lulled her, Danielle’s eyelids grew heavy. Before long, she was sound asleep.

car rolled to a stop in front of Treeside Villa, David glanced over at her. Her peaceful expression caught his attention-long lashes resting on her cheeks, her delicate nose, and

and guarded demeanor, she looked soft,

brothers had excitedly returned home to spend time with her, only to

her return. Finally, a servant informed them that Danielle had returned and was at the door. They rushed out, seeing the car had been parked for a while with Danielle still inside. They grew

about to wake Danielle but hesitated, reluctant to disturb her. As he debated, a sharp knock on the car

pressed their faces against the car window, looking nothing like the composed, high-powered professionals they usually were. Instead, they peered in like kids trying to sneak a

disoriented, she blinked a few times, trying to gather her

softened as he looked at her. A small smile played on his lips as

"Finally awake?"

Danielle mumbled, her voice still thick with

impatient and eager, called out urgently, "Danielle, come on, get

of their faces squished against the glass. She let