Betrayed by Fiance, Embraced by Hidden Tycoon-Chapter 38: I Came To See You

Not even two steps away, the car window rolled down.

Seeing Sawyer’s smile as he casually waved made Abigail’s own smile bloom. "Hi, Sawyer; why are you parked here? The parking lot at that building is full?" she asked.

"I didn’t visit the building next door. I park here because I came to see you," Sawyer replied calmly.

Abigail felt her knees go weak at his words, too shocked by his casual response.

"So, you’re waiting for me?"

"Yes," Sawyer said, unfastening his seatbelt and stepping out of the car.

As Sawyer approached her, Abigail struggled to calm her nerves. Before she could say anything, he was already standing before her.

"I want to claim my coffee latte, Abby. I hope you don’t mind preparing it for me today."

Sawyer’s amused smile crossed his lips as he saw her gasp; she looked surprised.

Abigail couldn’t find her voice but nodded eagerly in response.

"Your café is already closed. I assumed you could make the coffee for me at your house?"

Once again, she nodded. She swallowed hard, still incredulous at her reaction.

’Geez, Abby! What’s wrong with you? How could you agree so fast? At least pretend to hesitate before agreeing!’ She couldn’t help but scold herself in her mind while maintaining her smile at him.

"Alright, let’s get in the car now..." Sawyer opened the car door and gestured for her to get in.

With little choice, Abigail climbed into the car, sitting beside the driver’s seat while buckling her seatbelt. She tried to calm herself but still found it hard to believe that this man had come to pick her up from work and that they would now head to her house.

As Abigail watched him settle into the driver’s seat, her mind drifted back to her past with Ryland. She had never received this kind of treatment from Ryland, who had never bothered to open the car door for her.

But Sawyer Jones—this was only the third time she rode in his car—had been gentle enough to do that. His kindness warmed her heart.

Still, she could only enjoy a few seconds of his gentleness. She hurriedly tried to stop comparing Sawyer to that jerk Ryland. They were on different levels, and it felt wrong to make such a comparison; Sawyer wasn’t in the same league as Ryland.

"Abby, is something wrong? Why are you looking at me like that?" Sawyer asked as he fastened his seatbelt and started the car engine. "Are you unhappy to see me?" he added.

Abigail shook her head, waving her hands.

"No... I mean... I’m not unhappy—I’m happy to see you. Again." She swallowed, trying to calm herself. "Seriously, why are you here, Sawyer? And how did you know my homeowner permitted me to have guests?"

Sawyer immediately scolded himself for almost revealing that he was the homeowner. He didn’t rush to answer her, pretending to focus on the road as he exited the parking lot.

Once they hit the main road, he finally responded, "Wow! Seriously? Did you ask for permission?"

Abigail smiled, recalling what happened that morning at her house, but her smile slowly faded. She narrowed her eyes at him. "Yes, I asked, and they immediately permitted me. How do you know?"

Sawyer tightened his grip on the steering wheel and glanced at her briefly as he replied, "I was just trying my luck. I’m surprised my luck was good enough to let me visit your house."

’Is he telling the truth? Why do his words sound unconvincing?’ Abigail wondered. However, she chose not to press further; she was happy to see him again.

"That’s great! So, I can visit your house freely now, right?"

Hearing Sawyer’s question, Abigail felt instantly tense. She turned to see him, realizing she couldn’t refuse him at this point. He had come to pick her up and was waiting for his coffee, and they were only a few minutes away from her house.

"Yes, you can. But could we have dinner first before the coffee? I still haven’t eaten," she said, knowing she needed to cook something.

Once again, Sawyer felt sorry for her. This girl worked so hard as a barista, and now it was past nine, yet she still hadn’t had anything to eat.

He took a deep breath before responding, "Same here. I haven’t had dinner either, and I’m starving. Let’s find a place to eat first, then we can head to your house."

Sawyer wasn’t entirely honest with her. He had just returned from his grandpa’s house, where he had met all his family members at the Jones family dinner.

He never felt happy after seeing them, and when he passed by Crimson Leaf Café, he parked without thinking, waiting for her.

Perhaps a glimpse of her face could erase his unhappiness, and he was indeed correct. Once he saw her, all his annoyance toward his family melted away.

"There’s no need to eat outside. I will cook," Abigail said with a smile, noticing how surprised Sawyer was. "Well, I have plenty of raw ingredients; I need to cook them, or they will spoil."

She paused as a thought crossed her mind. "I hope you don’t mind eating my cooking. I’m not sure if I can prepare something you’ll like..." Now, she felt worried about offering to cook for him. What if he didn’t like the dish she made?

Sawyer’s eyes lit up as he glanced at her. "Of course, I would gladly accept your offer, Abby." His smile widened as he focused back on the road ahead.

Before long, the car slowly approached the Garden Hill complex, turning toward house number twenty.

Sawyer glanced at her, pretending to be concerned. "Abby, are you sure I can come inside your house? What if the guard stops us?"

"Of course, you can come! Don’t worry. Just drive to the gate, and I will talk to the guard," Abigail said excitedly.

He followed her instructions, and just as the car came to a stop for Abigail to get out and speak to the guard, the massive gate slowly opened.

Abigail was confused.

’Why did they open without knowing I was inside the car? Did they recognize Sawyer’s car?’ she wondered while looking at him.