The girl, upon hearing his question, only gave him a slightly odd glance over her shoulder.

"Mr. E. Romain, if I'm not allowed to look at you, then... am I also not allowed to look at President Hemsworth?"

Lydia muttered under her breath, and although Evans couldn't hear clearly, he knew it wasn't anything complimentary.

"One would think our eyes were all borrowed from you with a fee, the way you control what we look at."

"Look however you want," Jocelyn chimed in, supporting Lydia.

The two young ladies sat in the back seat, making Evans feel like a real chauffeur for the day.

As they arrived at the Weston...