"Pull over."
A deep, icy male voice came from the backseat.
"Right away!"
Ramsey glanced out the window, puzzled but knowing better than to question.
He turned the steering wheel smoothly, bringing the car to a steady stop before awaiting further instructions.
"I'm taking Camilla to the beach," Sinclair said, his voice low and firm.
"Have the main house send a car to take you back."
The beach?
At this hour?!
Ramsey raised an eyebrow slightly as he checked his watch—the hands already pointing to eleven.
Though this wasn't the first time he'd witnessed it, he couldn't help but marvel.
The boss really does spoil his wife rotten.
Grabbing his belongings, he swiftly stepped out of the car and vacated the driver's seat.
At the same moment, Sinclair stepped out, carrying Camilla in his arms.
Feeling guilty for her impulsive decision that had left Ramsey stranded in the dead of night, Camilla offered an apology.
