Betty's POV

"Get into the car before I do something you might love too much..." That was a dangerous threat.

That got me on my heels immediately rushing for the car. The chauffeur was already waiting at the door. He bowed slightly as I got into the back seat.

My pulse hadn’t settled by the time I slid into the back seat. I sat up straight immediately, my hands were folded in my lap, and every nerve in my body was buzzing with a strange sense of excitement.

I’d pushed him, ...