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.
