Susan Clark shared with him why she studied art, her childhood interests, and some of her future plans. Ansel found her personality very well-rounded and impressive, and he couldn’t help but develop a fondness for her. This fondness had nothing to do with Agnes; it was purely his appreciation for Susan Clark.
After dinner, Ansel drove her down the mountain. Despite the winding road, Susan felt completely safe sitting in the passenger seat with her seatbelt on. Even though they were alone at night on the mountain, she trusted his character and even felt a bit reluctant to part ways, wishing the road could be longer and the drive could last a bit more. This was probably what it felt like to like someone; always hoping time would slow down.
Around nine in the evening, Ansel safely dropped Susan Clark off at the entrance of her residential area. “You remembered the way,” Susan said, slightly moved, as she hadn’t given him any directions earlier. She turned to look at his profile.
Ansel’s lips curved into a slight smile. “Of course,” he replied, turning to look at her. “Didn’t I drop you off once before?”
In the warm yellow light inside the car, their gazes met. Susan snapped back to reality and unbuckled her seatbelt. “I had a great time today and learned a lot. Thank you.”
“You’re welcome,” Ansel replied with a gentle smile in his eyes.
Susan got out of the car and waved at him with a smile. “Goodbye, drive safely.”
“Sure.”
On their way down the mountain, she had mentioned that she really liked the environment of Mr. Johnson’s father’s studio, and Ansel had welcomed her to visit often. They had already become good friends.
Two days later-
Monica, who was pregnant with twins, sat in the yard basking in the sun. She had just finished a phone call and decided to call Taylor. She found his number and pressed dial.
“Hello, Annie,” Taylor greeted her respectfully. “What made you think of calling me suddenly?”
“I heard you’re off work today.”
“Yes, is there something you need?”
“Can you do me a favor?” Monica felt a bit embarrassed to ask. “I have an appointment with my doctor for a prenatal check-up soon and won’t have time.”
“What do you need me to do?” Taylor was easygoing. “Just tell me, I’ll definitely help you out.”
What a good brother he was.
With his assurance, Monica felt relieved. “It’s like this: A good friend of mine is coming from abroad to Arkpool City for the first time, and she’s a girl. I’m worried about her safety. Could you pick her up from the airport for me?”
“Sure,” Taylor agreed without hesitation. “What’s her name? What does she look like? Send me her number and where I should take her.”
He was surprisingly enthusiastic and straightforward.
“Her name is Danielle. I’ll send you her number first; she’ll land around 11 AM today. I don’t know what she’s wearing today; she said she’s already found a place to stay and wouldn’t come to live with me no matter what.”
“Alright, send me her number.” Taylor glanced at the time, grabbed his car keys, and set off. “Leave it to me; go for your check-up without worry. I can handle this small task for you.”
“Thank you.” Monica felt truly reassured entrusting this task to him.
Taylor no longer lived with Rowan; it wasn’t because they didn’t get along but because Taylor felt it wasn’t appropriate to stay long-term since his brother and sister-in-law were newlyweds who needed more space. Despite Rowan and Claire’s repeated attempts to keep him there, Taylor moved out.
Their relationship remained strong, including with Tristan and Monica. Taylor always maintained the image of a good younger brother; compared to his rebellious past, he was now fully focused on his career.
Driving towards the airport under warm sunlight, Taylor hummed a tune while steering with one hand, looking quite handsome. He wore a long black coat with an upturned collar over a black outfit complemented by a silver necklace around his neck-stylish and attractive.
With his distinctively chiseled features giving off an air of nobility typical of royalty, Taylor’s handsomeness was unmistakable as he drove towards the airport…