She Wouldn't Fall In Love

Herbert's POV: Half an hour later, I was already sitting in the back seat of the car. Connor was driving the car in front. Night had already descended. The car had been moving side by side with a bus. The luxury Mercedes-Benz drove slowly and side by side with the bus in the traffic. I looked out of the window at the figure sitting by the window. The figure seemed to be a little sleepy. She slightly closed her eyes and leaned against the seat to rest. Recently, as long as there was nothing urgent, I would go to the coffee shop downstairs of Bella's company to wait for her every day when she got off work. I just wanted to see her. Or, I would have Connor drive the car to follow the bus she was riding until I saw her get out of the bus and go home. To prevent her from recognizing me, I switched to another car. In the past six months, I missed her very much, but I couldn't get close to her. I knew she came out to work, so he could only look at her from a distance. Soon after the bus arriv