CHAPTER 448 Don't Overthink About It

　　Elizabeth 　　"We'll talk later."  　　He smirked at me, "Ready to go, baby girl?"  　　I felt my heart skip a beat. Why does he have to have such a smooth English accent? I smiled slightly and nodded, trying to be expected.  　　He opened the car door for me, and as I got in, he bowed. Once I was settled, he closed the door and went to the driver's seat.  　　"I'm starving," I sighed.  　　"Me too. Me too," his eyes were mischievous. I knew the real meaning of his words.  　　"What?"  　　"The kiss-"  　　"Don't overthink about it. I just got carried away," I said quickly.  　　"I do hope you are carried away often because that was the best thing to ever happen to me this year," he said and started the engine.  　　The drive to the restaurant was serene. I closed my eyes slightly and felt warm fingers on my cheek. My eyes fluttered open to meet his.  　　"You were angry over the phone. Are you alright?"  　　"Just work,"  　　"Is there something I can help with?"  　　"No, I can handle it," he ans