Chapter 74: The Luscious Eyes And The Uncomfortable Prey
Upon the arrival of Tomás’s personal driver, my mother and I wasted no time to head out from the house and stepped inside the car.
We both sat in the back seat. “Where are we going, Elliot?” she asked me. The driver started driving the car as we speak.
Both mom Mary and I are well dressed. Just in case, Tomás set a dinner in an expensive restaurant.
“I don’t know yet. Tomás did not tell me about the place,” I fixed my tuxedo, tying my hair in a bun. While my mother, on the contrary, sat casually wearing a formal dress.
“You should have asked your fiancé in the first place,” she muttered.
“Fine, I’ll text him —” she cuts my sentence.
“Don’t bother. Why spoil the surprise, right?” mom smiled at me. I smiled at her back
