After fifteen minutes drive, Faust pulled the car over in front of a five star hotel. He went out ahead of her, managing to pull the door open for her before she even unlocked her seatbelt. It amazed her how he can move so quickly despite still using a cane.
Come to think of it, he seemed fully recovered. If not for the obvious indication no one would think that he needed it anyway.
And he drove them with ease. To think that he just had an accident. She thought it’ll traumatize him more but it obviously didn’t.
“Shall we?” He said in his deep masculine voice that made Sierra’s skin tingle.
She accepted his hand and he pulled her up from the seat. Her eyes feasted on the grandness of the hotel entrance as Faust surrendered the car keys to a valet. She’d only seen the place in TV and
