Chapter 27

Cecilia "I've already called a taxi," I said, surprised by Liam's sudden appearance. "You can cancel it." Liam stepped out of the car with a friendly smile, taking my luggage and placing it in the trunk before I could protest. If he hadn't been driving such a luxurious vehicle, passersby might have thought I was being mugged. Liam opened the rear door for me with practiced courtesy. "Come on, don't be shy. It's on our way." His enthusiasm made me feel awkward—having someone of his position open a door for me felt improper. Still, it would be rude to refuse such hospitality. I thanked him and slid into the backseat. That's when I saw him—Sebastian sitting on the other side. He wasn't dressed formally—no tie, no jacket. Just a light blue shirt, black trousers, and polished shoes. Understated, but sharp. His cufflinks caught the morning light filtering through the window, gleaming like silver shards. The pale glow cast across his shirt made him look almost unreal—cool, composed, distant.