Never Mistake a Queen for a Lapdog novel Chapter 1221

Claire took a deep breath, steadying herself. "I should go say goodbye to them."

After all, they were her colleagues.

Wilbur thought of the room full of men staring at her and instantly changed his mind. "I'll have my assistant handle it."

He needed to keep his guard up with this woman; the incident with the male escort had taught him that much.

"Wait, what about me?"

"You're coming with me." Without giving her a chance to argue, he grabbed her hand and led her out the door.

"My bag is still inside."

"My assistant will grab it."

Just like that, Wilbur practically dragged Claire to his waiting car.

The driver glanced in the rearview mirror. Oh, it was Miss Chase. That explained it.

Once the assistant delivered Claire's bag, the driver pulled away from the curb.

The car glided smoothly down the empty streets.

In the backseat, the atmosphere was suffocatingly thick.

Stripped of the dark bar's cover, Claire suddenly felt hyper-aware of everything.

Wilbur wasn't faring much better.

He had ditched his jacket, wearing only a dark charcoal button-down.

The fabric over his chest was completely wrinkled.

A direct result of her tightly gripping his shirt earlier.

She couldn't help it. She had been too nervous.

Claire picked at her fingernails, resting her hands on her knees as she tried to untangle the chaotic mess in her head.

She knew Wilbur had a wild reputation, but she never expected him to take things this far.

No wonder he always warned her he wasn't a good man.

It felt like the drive was taking an eternity.

When they finally arrived at her hotel, her fingers barely brushed the door handle before Wilbur broke the heavy silence. "Want some cake?"

Claire blinked in confusion. "What?"

"That dessert shop you like released a new flavor. My driver just picked it up. It's in the trunk."

"...Sure."

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