Chapter 68

Genevieve didn't dare argue with Tristan and obediently opened the car door, preparing to get in. He suddenly unbuckled his seatbelt and yelled at her, "This side!" She couldn't help but roll her eyes. If he wanted her to be his designated driver, he could just say so. Seriously. She moved to the driver's side and asked him, "Is your designated driver not coming?" Tristan lit a cigarette and casually said, "I figured Ethan is probably sleeping soundly by now, so I didn't want to disturb him." In other words, he hadn't called a designated driver at all. Genevieve suppressed a laugh and complimented him, "Mr. Burtman, you're so considerate of your subordinates. You must be the best boss in the world." He gave her a sidelong glance with a snort and got into the car. At this hour, there were almost no cars on the road. She drove smoothly to the city center. While waiting for the traffic light, she stared blankly at a dessert shop with its lights on. He followed her gaze and gl