Jeffrey didn't say anything else.
He straightened up, closed the car door, and walked over to the driver's side, getting in and starting the engine.
Rachel was a little surprised to see him driving. Normally, he had a chauffeur for that.
But since he was behind the wheel, she couldn't help glancing over at his side profile.
From this angle, she could clearly see the sharp shape of his face, the clean lines, the straight bridge of his nose, and those thin lips that somehow always looked intense, even when he wasn't speaking.
His hair was a little messy too, with a few strands falling over his forehead. It made him look more like the Jeffrey she used to know.
Jeffrey... Just thinking of his name stirred something complicated inside her.
Earlier, when she was panicking, she had called him by his name, just "Jeffrey."
Was it because deep down, she believed that only he could help her?
But whether it was "Master Jeffrey" or just "Jeffrey," it didn't matter. It was still him.
