Miles understood. A twenty-six-year-old female executive couldn't afford to look endearing. That little mole on her nose gave her an innocent, almost provocative charm—not exactly the image that commanded respect in a boardroom.
He said nothing more, focusing on the road.
Molly didn't attempt small talk either, her gaze drifting to the window. The silence between them felt natural enough.
Still, knowing Miles was driving her to a matchmaking session left a bitter taste she couldn't quite name.
The whole thing had started before dinner. She'd been in the Vance family kitchen preparing a dish when Kirsten called. Her mother-in-law had answered on speakerphone.
"Princess, I've lined up a batch of young studs at July Club for you—tall, gorgeous, perfect for a young heiress like yourself to take her pick..."
Molly had frozen.
The kitchen staff stared at her, horrified disbelief written across their faces.
It was her mother-in-law who spoke first. "Wonderful, Kirsten. After dinner, we'll have Miles drive Molly over."
Her car was still parked at the Industrial Park. At the dinner table, Mrs. Vance had asked Miles to take her to the matchmaking event, and he'd agreed without hesitation.
Even though she'd already decided on divorce, uprooting someone who'd taken residence in your heart still took time.
Miles's complete indifference sent an involuntary pang through her chest.
When they arrived at July Club, Molly thanked him politely.
He gave a brief nod, then drove off.
Miles was satisfied with how they'd handled things. Molly's lack of clinginess had even earned her a few points in his estimation.
Fifteen minutes later, stopped at a red light, he opened a photo Felix had sent him.
Molly stood in the corridor outside a private room, phone pressed to her ear, wearing a backless sweater.
From the front, the dark gray knit looked unremarkable—a basic cut. But the back was open from the shoulder blades down, the fabric only resuming where a large bow cinched at her waist. Her black hair spilled over her jade-pale skin, the stark contrast neither jarring nor obvious, but creating something subtly sensual—an atmosphere of intimate allure.
No wonder she'd kept her jacket on throughout dinner, never once complaining about the heat.
She'd been afraid that taking it off would shatter her good-daughter-in-law image in front of his mother.
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