Chapter 1952: Taking Her Home

"You live in Sunrise Hills, I’ll set up navigation for you?" she said, taking out her phone. "It’s not very far."

"I know where that is," Anton Ford replied.

Because someone from the club lived there, and two nights ago that kid got drunk and he’d driven him home, Anton asked, "Which entrance do you usually use? Which one’s closer?"

He even knows there are several gates?

Looks like he’s very familiar with that place; he really doesn’t need navigation.

"Gate 3." Abby Sawyer turned her eyes to look at him. "It’s a bit more convenient for me, but it’s not easy to drive in from there, so just stop at Gate 1."

"It’s fine." Anton Miller had a thought pop into his head; probing a little, he asked, "Did you buy a place there?"

"Yeah." Abby let her guard down; it wasn’t exactly a private matter.

And Anton didn’t ask further. The whole way, he didn’t act like he was eager to get to know her.

Even though she was sitting so close to him right now, and his feelings for her were so strong, nearly impossible to hold back.

But real love is restraint; it makes people cautious, sometimes like they’ve become a different person.

To avoid awkwardness, he put on a song in the car, something from the random playlist—

"The way I wait is so vague in form, I feel your current with my skin, you actually manage to take the sunlight away, and I keep following you past the limit."

"You’re like the wind, when you come close even the clouds sink down, you roll up waves by the thousands, and I don’t even hide, I dive right in... Aren’t you just like the wind, rustling when you invade, then announcing clear skies again, like the two of us never loved at all..."

It was a new song by Joker Xue. Anton felt it fit the mood perfectly, though Abby might not have noticed.

Anton drove, listening closely to the lyrics. His chest ached faintly, and he really wanted to turn to look at her, but he was afraid she’d notice.

Dusk settled; a bright moon hung in the sky, stars scattered around it, and lately the temperature had gradually begun to rise.

Abby turned to look at the city nightscape. Those countless lights, shimmering from thousands of homes, were beautifully hazy. She couldn’t help but think of Angel again.

So did Angel see her eating with Anton?

Would she go to the press about it again tomorrow?

Abby was simple; even though she’d seen the director with her, she hadn’t thought much of it.

She assumed it was just a straightforward discussion about the script. After all, she and Anton had no kind of "relationship" either, and yet they’d gone out to eat together.

Soon, Anton Miller drove the car in through Gate 3.

"How did you manage to get in?" Abby looked over at him in mild surprise. They’d actually let him through just now? She’d been about to go say something to the guard.

Anton only gave her a small smile. "Which building do you live in?"

The girl quickly came back to herself and pointed ahead. "Just stop over there."

The car came to a steady stop where she’d indicated. Anton turned to look at her. "Goodnight, Abby."

Hearing him, she turned to him with a slight smile. "Goodnight." Then she unbuckled her seat belt. "Thanks for driving me home."

"Thank you for treating me to dinner." He picked up the thread quickly, with a smile on his face.

The girl said, "Then I should be thanking you for helping me out yesterday!"

"So that means we’re friends now; let’s stop thanking each other. We’ve got a lot to do tomorrow, try to get some rest early." Anton Miller was happy to have a few extra words with her.

"Okay."

Abby got out of the car. After she closed the door, she bent down and waved at him through the window. "Bye, drive safe on your way back." It wasn’t some special concern, just good manners.

Anton smiled at her, then watched her walk toward the entrance to her building. Looking at that familiar back from his memories, he leaned gently into the seat, the corners of his lips lifting into a handsome curve, his heart sweet as if filled with honey.

It had been such a long, long time since he’d been this happy... happiness that came from deep inside, every cell in his body seeming to leap with joy.

If his old self had been just a walking shell, then the Anton of now was someone who had truly come back to life.