Falling for the Goddess

I'll Drive Her

Adrian Blake placed his glass down on the cabinet and walked straight to the couch.

Before Sara Hart could say anything, he had already stretched out and made himself comfortable on it. Sara Hart knew at that moment - there was no way he would let her sleep on the couch.

She turned off the lights and slipped into bed, careful not to make any noise. She lay still, not daring to move, afraid that even the slightest shift might disturb Adrian Blake.

In the darkness, her senses were heightened. She could feel the softness of the silk sheets and the faint scent of jasmine mixed with the lingering warmth of sunlight. It was her first time in Adrian Blake's room, her first time lying in his bed. She couldn't help but feel a secret sense of joy - it felt like she had gotten a little closer to him.

She had seen his childhood room, and now they were in the same room, under the same roof. It was something she never could have imagined before.

Adrian Blake was completely silent on the couch, and the room was so quiet that she could hear her own breathing. Slowly, she shifted her position, curling up on her side.

Though she thought she wouldn't be able to sleep, she quickly drifted off.

The next morning, when Sara Hart woke up, the room was empty. The blanket on the couch had been folded neatly, and she realized she hadn't even heard Adrian Blake get ready.

After tidying the bed, she quickly washed up and went downstairs.

In the kitchen, Aunt Miller was juicing fruit. Seeing Sara Hart come down, she greeted her with a smile. "Good morning, Young Mistress. Did you sleep well?"

"I slept very well, thank you, Aunt Miller."

"The Young Master and Old Madam are out in the garden watering the flowers," Aunt Miller said, noticing the distracted look in Sara Hart's eyes.

Sara Hart nodded but didn't seem to have any intention of going outside. Instead, she stayed and helped Aunt Miller by handing her things.

"Are you not going to join them in the garden?" Aunt Miller asked gently.

Sara Hart handed her a cup and smiled. "Adrian Blake doesn't come back often. I'm sure Grandma would prefer to spend time with him. I don't want to interrupt."

Aunt Miller's smile deepened as she watched Sara Hart quietly help out, moving at her own pace, never rushing. "Once they're done, we'll have breakfast. I'll be moving to the villa to take care of you both. If there's anything you want to eat, just let me know."

"Alright."

In the garden, Grandma Blake was carefully watering each plant, while Adrian Blake, his sleeves rolled up, was trimming the branches with a pair of scissors.