Pampered by my three brothers: the return of the neglected heiress

Chapter 1375: First time sleeping together (?)

Perhaps the only consolation Haines had in this arrangement was that Grace wasn't too pushy. Though she wouldn't stop teasing him, she knew when to take breaks and simply enjoy the ride. That meant he got moments of silence from time to time.

Curious, Haines glanced at Grace.

She sat idly in the front passenger seat, her elbow still propped on the window, hand resting against her jaw. She gazed outside, squinting slightly with a subtle smile. It wasn't a big expression, but it was genuine.

He wondered why.

The moment Haines shifted his focus back to the road, Grace raised her brows. Slowly, she turned to him, catching him still staring straight ahead.

"Say..." she started, chuckling as she noticed his jaw tighten. "Do you want to sleep at my place?"

"No, thank you." His response was quick, as if he hadn't even considered it. "I'm going home after dropping you off."

Grace glanced at the road ahead, recognizing the familiar highway. At this pace, they'd reach her place in about twenty minutes. Too little time, yet too many things she wanted to do with him.

Oh well.

A shallow breath slipped past her lips as she readjusted her posture, now facing forward and watching the road. Her sudden silence made Haines steal another peek at her.

Why was she so quiet all of a sudden?

"Should I drive?" she suggested after a full minute of silence, looking back at him. "We're already close, so... a twenty-minute break might help you rest."

"It's alright," he replied flatly. "I'm not sleepy."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes."

"I promise I won't take a detour," she said, raising a hand in mock sincerity. "We'll go straight home."

Haines arched a brow. To be honest, her offer wasn't a bad one. It was late, and he was getting a little drowsy. His sleep schedule had been erratic-either he couldn't sleep, or he woke up too early. The exhaustion was piling up.

Still, his hesitation wasn't about masculinity or the belief that men should always drive. He might be a little old-fashioned, but not that narrow-minded. The only reason he refused was simple: he didn't trust her not to take a detour and trick him into staying the night.

asked, slowing down as he moved into the side

Grace nodded. "Promise."

he sighed. "Don't break

nodded. "I

even more, studying her face one last time before pulling over. Before stepping out, he turned

end this contract if you break this

quipped. "Go on. I'll just crawl over to the driver's

out, walked around the car, and slid into the front passenger seat. When he opened the door, Grace was already in the driver's

a reason to walk away from this arrangement completely. Even if she was sick and dying, there had to be other ways to help

Not like this.

stuck to

take a

lane, she flicked on the hazard lights... and drove at a snail's

you doing?" Haines asked, glancing out the window before

at him.

"At this speed?"

wouldn't take a detour. You didn't mention speed," she chuckled mischievously, eyes

don't want my

I'm being

UQA

echoed in disbelief, his mouth parting slightly as a

in dread, his complexion paling. If he walked, even with his bad leg,

she's a lawyer,' he told himself, another

he might as well accept it. He was either going to

Haines reclined his seat and turned

from time to

she called. "Are you

No answer.

to pick you up if you are," she teased,

Still, silence.

on him. "He... actually fell

flashed across her face.

over the wheel, yet he

bit old... even if he doesn't look like it," she muttered with a shrug, adjusting herself in the