(Aurora's POV)
I opened the car door and paused, my gaze flickering between the empty back seat and the passenger side. In proper social circles, treating a man like Phineas Everett as a chauffeur by sitting in the back would be a grave insult. I pulled the passenger door open and slid inside.
After clicking my seatbelt into place, I offered a polite smile. "Mr. Everett, you can just drop me at the next subway station. I can call an Uber or take the train from there."
Phineas kept one hand casually on the steering wheel, his eyes fixed on the road ahead. He didn't even glance at me.
"I don't know where the subway is," he said, his voice cool and detached. "But I do know your address. Since Professor Walsh entrusted you to me, as a gentleman, I haven't fallen so low as to dump a lady on
