Chapter 16-----Missing His Own Divorce
He stopped and turned to face me, his tone light and a little teasing. “We’re the same generation, Miss Shaw. No need to be so formal—it makes me feel old.”
I blinked, still slightly uptight. “You’re a VIP. And you know what they say… customer is king.”
“But I’d rather be treated like a person.”
The way he said it—dry, unbothered—made me laugh without meaning to. “Alright, I’ll try to remember that.”
“Thanks for today,” he said, warm and polite as ever. “Take care.”
Then he looked over at the driver. “Thomas, nice and steady. Make sure Miss Shaw and her assistant get home safely.”
“Yes, Second Young Master.”
Hudson gave me a small nod, got into the black Audi A8 waiting for him, and just like that, he was gone. I stood there a second longer, a
