She withdrew her hand and cast a glance at the man next to her.

To her surprise, he was also observing her. But when their eyes met, he showed no embarrassment.

His deep, dark eyes seemed to take her breath away. After two seconds, she had to divert her gaze.

The car's air conditioning was on full blast, but Claudia felt a warmth spreading.

As the evening progressed, the setting sun cast a warm orange glow in the sky, and its rays illuminated Bennett's face through the window, intensifying his handsome appeal.

Observing Bennett, Claudia concluded that he indeed was God's favorite creation.

His defined facial features outshone many of the famous male celebrities in the entertainment industry.

The car pulled up to the hotel sooner than she'd expected. Claudia quickly averted her gaze, fidgeting with her fingers in guilt.

Bennett opened his eyes slowly as Allan, the chauffeur, exited the car to open the door for him. "Mr. Dreskin, Mrs. Dreskin, we've reached the hotel."

Bennett's glance shifted to Claudia, noting her reddened ears. He coolly remarked, “Let's proceed."

"Okay," Claudia responded, shifting to exit the car, only to find a wheelchair waiting for her.

“What? Bennett turned his gaze down towards her, inquiring, “What's wrong? Is your leg hurting again?"

The question Claudia dreaded the most. She feared he would crouch down and carry her in his arms again, so she swiftly seated herself in the wheelchair.

Bennett pushed Claudia's wheelchair into the hotel, a waiter leading them to the elevator.

They were headed to the top floor.

Claudia felt a wave of nervousness as she asked, “Is the guest tonight important?"

Bennett cast his gaze downwards at her. "There are no guests."

Then..

"Just dinner for two."

Claudia's cheeks blushed in realization. "Oh, I see."

If he had informed her sooner, she might not have dressed up so carefully.

However, Claudia quickly felt grateful for her effort to doll up that evening.