Will Caddel strode toward his own car.
His driver was already waiting, and he opened the back door, waiting for Jasmine Yale to come over.
Jasmine didn't linger any longer, quickening her pace to match Will Caddel's and sat in the car.
The car was warm, with a hint of lavender smell.
Once Jasmine was seated, Will Caddel got in, sitting beside her.
The car door closed, making it much warmer inside than outside.
"Drive," Will Caddel instructed.
"Yes, CEO Caddel."
Jasmine's coat still carried Will Caddel's body heat, making her feel a bit uneasy, so she took it off: "Thank you, CEO Caddel, I'm not cold anymore."
"It's past eleven at night, how can you not be cold, standing outside all alone?"
"I was waiting for Manager Quinto and the others, they asked me to wait at the door."
"They've all had too much to drink," Will Caddel said helplessly, "If they don't come, will you keep waiting at the door?"
"I would... wait for a bit."
