Cecilia
"I've already called a taxi," I said, surprised by Liam's sudden appearance.
"You can cancel it." Liam stepped out of the car with a friendly smile, taking my luggage and placing it in the trunk before I could protest.
If he hadn't been driving such a luxurious vehicle, passersby might have thought I was being mugged.
Liam opened the rear door for me with practiced courtesy. "Come on, don't be shy. It's on our way."
His enthusiasm made me feel awkward—having someone of his position open a door for me felt improper. Still, it would be rude to refuse such hospitality. I thanked him and slid into the backseat.
That's when I saw him—Sebastian sitting on the other side.
He wasn't dressed formally—no tie, no jacket. Just a light blue shirt, black trousers, and poli
