Chapter Thirteen: Was it You?

"Miss Hammond, I couldn't help but notice how you've been eyeing me since you got into the car. Are you quite interested in me?" Tristan remarked with a grin. Upon hearing Tristan's unexpected comment, Layla quickly snapped out of it and averted her gaze. Feeling nervous under his playful stare, she chuckled awkwardly and said, "Well, Mr. Frucht, you certainly know how to crack a joke. Here I am. I'm getting off now. Thanks for giving me a ride home today." With that, she practically bolted out of the car. However, to her surprise, she had only taken a few steps when she noticed Tristan getting out of the car as well and following behind her. She hadn't anticipated this. She was completely captivated by his handsome face just now, so she couldn't help but sneak a few more glances. However, she found it strange that he reacted so strongly because his being stared at for a little wouldn't cost him a thing. Coming to a halt, Layla turned to Tristan and said, "Mr. Frucht, I apprecia