Morris's POV
My heart lurched, though I kept my expression carefully neutral as I met her gaze. "What makes you ask that? You already know I work as the Welch family's driver."
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Ana's POV
I studied his face intently. Those striking features hadn't changed, and his eyes held that same genuine quality that always threw me off balance.
Maybe I was reading too much into things. Something about the way he carried himself reminded me of Ridley—that inherent nobility—but Morris's was even more pronounced.
Whenever the two of them were in the same room, I couldn't shake this nagging feeling that he was more than he appeared to be.
But everything he'd told me about his time overseas kept pushing those doubts aside. "Never mind. It's just that you don't act like any driver I've ever met."
A slight smile tugged at his lips as he settled into the armchair, one arm draped casually over the side. That playful spark lit up his eyes.
