𝐄𝐱 𝐖𝐢𝐟𝐞'𝐬 𝐑𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞

47. Rigorous Competition

You were the one I started falling
You got me down on the down low
Waiting for something
You are my baby, you call me baby
How could I've been so wrong?
Ho-how could I've been so wrong?

Early that day, Taahir's luxurious Rolls Royce appeared before Tahera's house, obviously waiting for her. When Tahera exited her front door, she clocked him sitting in the back.

The rising sun shone on onyx the colored vehicles and its rays reflected in a fractal of shimmering lights.

Taahir, who wore an expensive suit, pierced her with a gaze that was even fierier than the sun.

When he saw her appear, he descended from his car, held the door and ushered her in with a dazzling half-smile. "Get in. I'll bring you to the lab."

Even his voice was full of magnetic masculinity. Which woman wouldn't want their door to open to a handsome prince offering to escort you to work in his expensive car while flashing you his ten million watts smile?

The answer is none, because every woman would be touched by this early morning surprise and some might even promise to marry him on the spot... well, almost every woman.

Tahera barely batted an eye. She was not at all impressed by Taahir's romantic gesture.

She asked with a curiosity that was barely there, "Didn't you say you'd have someone fetch me?"

"Well, that someone is me. It just so happens that your place is on my way to work, it's for convenience's sake," Taahir answered with a wicked smile.

And yes, the convenience happens to be an everyday convenience as well. Well, it was her fault for choosing a residence so close to his house anyway.

The thought of having to share a ride to and from work every day with Tahera made Taahir's heart do a celebratory cha cha. Tahera thought of that too and she instantly regretted her moving choice.

"Give me the lab's address. I can go on my own, I do not wish to trouble you," she said nonchalantly.

"It's no trouble. Come on, get in. Due to this mission, we'll be spending a lot of time in close contact, so you might as well get used to this," Taahir offered in an official tone but of course, his actual meaning was much more ambiguous.

Tahera stared at him and Taahir held her gaze with his own that was burning with passion. In the end, it was Tahera who first moved her gaze away. She relented and got into the car.

After all, if Taahir was willing to be her driver, she didn't mind one bit. To be fair, she probably wouldn't mind whatever tricks he wanted to pull because he was that unimportant in her mind.

She was too lazy to argue with him about these frivolities. She just wanted to focus on finishing her plan. But her indifference was, for Taahir, an advantage.

If Tahera wasn't averse to his arrangement, at least it looked like she wasn't averse to his companionship. His heart soared just thinking about it.

However, he cautioned himself to not overdo it. He knew that he couldn't push himself onto Tahera because she was no ordinary woman. If he angered her in anyway, the opportunity to get to know her, to get close to her, would be forever closed.

Inside the car, Taahir made sure to limit their topic of conversation to the artificial limb technology. He didn't venture into anything else.

He did well on his part because at least Tahera didn't jump out of his car. Soon, they reached the laboratory building.