he Bentley Continental GT in cier Blue was absolutely stunning. Its unique color caught Charlotte’s eye instantly.

She loved it.

A sharply dressed man stepped out of the car, handing her the keys with a respectful nod. “Miss Riley, this is a gift from Mr. Jasper.”

Charlotte took the keys, feeling a slight stir in her chest.

bSean /bwas certainly generous. This car was worth well over half a million dors.

“Thank you,” she said.

“You’re very wee. If there’s nothing else, I’ll take my leave now.” The inan gave another slight bow, his posture impable.

Charlotte nodded. “Alright”

As soon as the man left, Charlotte’s phone rang. It was Sean.

“Like bthe /bcar?” Sean’s voice was as casual as if he were asking whether she enjoyed her lunch.

A luxury car worth over half a million dors, yet he spoke of it as if it were nothing more than a grocery–store purchase.

Of course, in his world, extravagant gifts for a fiancée were just standard practice.

Maybe it was just that she had spent the past three years living a far more ordinary life. bShe /bwas out of touch with the world she had once belonged to.

Receiving ba /bbcar /blike this actually felt unfamiliar.

“I love it. Thank you,

Sean”

“Good, I remembered you like blue.” His deep voice carried an effortless warmth.

Charlotte blinked. “How did you know?”

Had she ever told him her favorite color?

Sean let out ba /bquiet chuckle. “Back when I was tutoring you, all your notebooks and stationery were light blue.”

She hadn’t expected him to remember something so trivial.

And yet, he was right

She had always loved blue, and the moment she saw this bcar/b, it had taken her breath away.

“The second i saw this one, I knew byou’d /blove it,” Sean said smoothly. “Take it for a drive. It’spact, perfect for you.”

“I will. I’ll try it outter.”

After they hung up, Charlotte slid into the driver’s seat, her hands bresting /bon the wheel. But instead of starting the engine, she sat there, lost in thought

Charlotte had a driver’s license. She had driven plenty over the past three years but it bwas always /bZac’s car. Her own bcar /bbhad /bbeen sitting unused in her family’s estate garage back in Jersey City, collecting dust.

More often than not, driving Zac’s car didn’t feel blike /bba /bprivilege–It felt more like she was his personal bchauffeur /bthan his girlfriend.

He loved bto /bparty, and whenever he drank too much to drive, she would get a bcall/b. No matter the hour, he expected her to pick him up from some bar or private club.

She had also overheard his friends mention how, after breaking up with his ex, he bhad /bcasually gifted her a BMW worth over a hundred grand.

Yet, despite knowing that her job required frequent travel–meeting clients, appearing in court, working cases–Zac had never once suggested getting her a car of her own.

It wasn’t that Charlotte cared about the car it sell

But right nowb, /bsitting hereb, /bparing Zac and Sean, the difference was ring.

One saw her needs. The other had never even thought to ask.

Zac’s so–called love paled Inparison.

Just then, a voler snapped her out of her thoughts.

“Oh my God, this car is gorgeous!”

Charlotte recognized Wendy’s voler instantly.

“I wanted to buy this exact one, but I just couldn’t justify the price,” Wendy gushed.

Through the windshield, Charlotte saw Wendy and Zac approaching.

bWendy’s /beyes were glued to the Bentley, her expression filled with open admiration.

This bwas /bher dream car–the one she had always wanted but could never have.

Wendy’s family wasn’t exactly struggling, but they weren’t wealthy either. Her father’s business had been losing money for years, and their Jonly real hope now was for her to marry into the Gibson family, securing a lifeline through Zac