Sweet For You, Ruthless For Others
Chapter 59: another cool day

Chapter 59: another cool day

Niklaus insisted on carrying half the boxes himself, despite Hermia’s protests.

"I can carry them all," she said, reaching for one of the heavier boxes.

"You’ll drop them," Niklaus countered smoothly, already holding three in his hands.

"I will not!"

He raised a brow. "You were wobbling just holding your purse earlier. Humor me, Mia."

Hermia sighed, giving in. As they walked toward the car, her arms full of dessert boxes, she couldn’t help but glance at him.

There was something infuriatingly charming about the way he always managed to get his way while making it seem like it was for her benefit.

When they reached his sleek black Lamborghini, Niklaus held the door open for her once again.

She slid inside, murmuring a quiet, "Thank you," as he placed the boxes carefully on the backseat.

As he settled into the driver’s seat, he glanced at her, a small, almost imperceptible smile playing at his lips. "Happy?" he asked, his tone casual but expectant.

Hermia hesitated, then nodded. "Surprisingly, yes. Thank you... for everything."

His smirk widened. "Get used to it."

She didn’t know what he meant by that, but something in his tone made her heart skip a beat.

As the car pulled out of the restaurant parking lot, Hermia leaned her head against the window, clutching the warmth of his gesture close to her heart.

Niklaus insisted on carrying half the boxes himself, despite Hermia’s protests.

"I can carry them all," she said, reaching for one of the heavier boxes.

"You’ll drop them," Niklaus countered smoothly, already holding three in his hands.

"I will not!"

He raised a brow. "You were wobbling just holding your purse earlier. Humor me, Mia."

Hermia sighed, giving in. As they walked toward the car, her arms full of dessert boxes, she couldn’t help but glance at him.

There was something infuriatingly charming about the way he always managed to get his way while making it seem like it was for her benefit.

When they reached his sleek black Lamborghini, Niklaus held the door open for her once again.

She slid inside, murmuring a quiet, "Thank you," as he placed the boxes carefully on the backseat.

As he settled into the driver’s seat, he glanced at her, a small, almost imperceptible smile playing at his lips. "Happy?" he asked, his tone casual but expectant.

Hermia hesitated, then nodded. "Surprisingly, yes. Thank you... for everything."

His smirk widened. "Get used to it."

She didn’t know what he meant by that, but something in his tone made her heart skip a beat.

As the car pulled out of the restaurant parking lot, Hermia leaned her head against the window, clutching the warmth of his gesture close to her heart.

Niklaus insisted on carrying half the boxes himself, despite Hermia’s protests.

"I can carry them all," she said, reaching for one of the heavier boxes.

"You’ll drop them," Niklaus countered smoothly, already holding three in his hands.

"I will not!"

He raised a brow. "You were wobbling just holding your purse earlier. Humor me, Mia."

Hermia sighed, giving in. As they walked toward the car, her arms full of dessert boxes, she couldn’t help but glance at him.

There was something infuriatingly charming about the way he always managed to get his way while making it seem like it was for her benefit.

When they reached his sleek black Lamborghini, Niklaus held the door open for her once again.

She slid inside, murmuring a quiet, "Thank you," as he placed the boxes carefully on the backseat.

As he settled into the driver’s seat, he glanced at her, a small, almost imperceptible smile playing at his lips. "Happy?" he asked, his tone casual but expectant.

Hermia hesitated, then nodded. "Surprisingly, yes. Thank you... for everything."

His smirk widened. "Get used to it."

She didn’t know what he meant by that, but something in his tone made her heart skip a beat.

As the car pulled out of the restaurant parking lot, Hermia leaned her head against the window, clutching the warmth of his gesture close to her heart.

Niklaus insisted on carrying half the boxes himself, despite Hermia’s protests.

"I can carry them all," she said, reaching for one of the heavier boxes.

"You’ll drop them," Niklaus countered smoothly, already holding three in his hands.

"I will not!"

He raised a brow. "You were wobbling just holding your purse earlier. Humor me, Mia."

Hermia sighed, giving in. As they walked toward the car, her arms full of dessert boxes, she couldn’t help but glance at him.

There was something infuriatingly charming about the way he always managed to get his way while making it seem like it was for her benefit.

When they reached his sleek black Lamborghini, Niklaus held the door open for her once again.

She slid inside, murmuring a quiet, "Thank you," as he placed the boxes carefully on the backseat.

As he settled into the driver’s seat, he glanced at her, a small, almost imperceptible smile playing at his lips. "Happy?" he asked, his tone casual but expectant.

Hermia hesitated, then nodded. "Surprisingly, yes. Thank you... for everything."

His smirk widened. "Get used to it."

She didn’t know what he meant by that, but something in his tone made her heart skip a beat.

As the car pulled out of the restaurant parking lot, Hermia leaned her head against the window, clutching the warmth of his gesture close to her heart.

Niklaus insisted on carrying half the boxes himself, despite Hermia’s protests.

"I can carry them all," she said, reaching for one of the heavier boxes.

"You’ll drop them," Niklaus countered smoothly, already holding three in his hands.

"I will not!"

He raised a brow. "You were wobbling just holding your purse earlier. Humor me, Mia."

Hermia sighed, giving in. As they walked toward the car, her arms full of dessert boxes, she couldn’t help but glance at him.

There was something infuriatingly charming about the way he always managed to get his way while making it seem like it was for her benefit.

When they reached his sleek black Lamborghini, Niklaus held the door open for her once again.

She slid inside, murmuring a quiet, "Thank you," as he placed the boxes carefully on the backseat.

As he settled into the driver’s seat, he glanced at her, a small, almost imperceptible smile playing at his lips. "Happy?" he asked, his tone casual but expectant.

Hermia hesitated, then nodded. "Surprisingly, yes. Thank you... for everything."

His smirk widened. "Get used to it."

She didn’t know what he meant by that, but something in his tone made her heart skip a beat.

As the car pulled out of the restaurant parking lot, Hermia leaned her head against the window, clutching the warmth of his gesture close to her heart.

Niklaus insisted on carrying half the boxes himself, despite Hermia’s protests.

"I can carry them all," she said, reaching for one of the heavier boxes.

"You’ll drop them," Niklaus countered smoothly, already holding three in his hands.

"I will not!"

He raised a brow. "You were wobbling just holding your purse earlier. Humor me, Mia."

Hermia sighed, giving in. As they walked toward the car, her arms full of dessert boxes, she couldn’t help but glance at him.

There was something infuriatingly charming about the way he always managed to get his way while making it seem like it was for her benefit.

When they reached his sleek black Lamborghini, Niklaus held the door open for her once again.

She slid inside, murmuring a quiet, "Thank you," as he placed the boxes carefully on the backseat.

As he settled into the driver’s seat, he glanced at her, a small, almost imperceptible smile playing at his lips. "Happy?" he asked, his tone casual but expectant.

Hermia hesitated, then nodded. "Surprisingly, yes. Thank you... for everything."

His smirk widened. "Get used to it."

She didn’t know what he meant by that, but something in his tone made her heart skip a beat.

As the car pulled out of the restaurant parking lot, Hermia leaned her head against the window, clutching the warmth of his gesture close to her heart.

Niklaus insisted on carrying half the boxes himself, despite Hermia’s protests.

"I can carry them all," she said, reaching for one of the heavier boxes.

"You’ll drop them," Niklaus countered smoothly, already holding three in his hands.

"I will not!"

He raised a brow. "You were wobbling just holding your purse earlier. Humor me, Mia."

Hermia sighed, giving in. As they walked toward the car, her arms full of dessert boxes, she couldn’t help but glance at him.

There was something infuriatingly charming about the way he always managed to get his way while making it seem like it was for her benefit.

When they reached his sleek black Lamborghini, Niklaus held the door open for her once again.

She slid inside, murmuring a quiet, "Thank you," as he placed the boxes carefully on the backseat.

What if I say?