One Night With A Mysterious Billionaire (The Heiress's Revenge)-Chapter 56: The Ride

"Have you slept enough now?" Raymond asked, almost startling Lena.

She nodded her head without speaking, still feeling shy under his gaze.

"Then let’s prepare. We don’t have much time."

With that, they both got up and prepared to leave. Raymond changed into a different outfit—a black shirt and black trousers. His gold-rimmed glasses still sat perfectly on his nose, giving him a sharp, intelligent look.

Lena decided to go for a short black chiffon gown with a flower pattern. The gown was light, soft, and effortlessly stylish, flowing gently just above the knees. It had thin straps with a slightly fitted bodice and a loose, flared skirt that moved easily with every step, enhancing her elegance.

She paired it with beige wedge heels that matched the flower patterns on the gown. The look was both comfortable and classy. She packed her hair into a neat ponytail and applied light makeup, accessorizing just enough to complement her outfit without overdoing it. She picked up her handbag and went downstairs to meet Raymond, who was already dressed and waiting for her.

Raymond observed her quietly and nodded his head in approval. She looked beautiful as usual, he told himself, his gaze softening.

He extended his hand toward her. "Shall we?"

Lena nodded with a bright smile and took his hand. Together, they stepped out confidently, unaware of the two eyes watching them from a distance with clear hostility.

I pretended not to notice the vicious glare my maid directed at Lena and me as we walked toward my car in the garage. Taking out the keys to my Lamborghini, I opened the passenger door for Lena and helped her settle in before rounding the car to take my seat. I started the engine, and soon we were driving out of the garage toward the gate.

The guards opened it immediately at the sight of my car. I had given them instructions earlier. The next second, I sped off.

First, I took Lena to a restaurant so we could eat. It was almost noon, and neither of us had eaten. I figured she must already be famished.

"I’m taking us somewhere to eat before we go shopping," I informed her.

She simply nodded.

When we arrived, I stepped out and went around to open the door for her. Holding her hand, I led her inside. I hadn’t made a reservation. That wasn’t something I usually handled, and I knew how difficult it was to get a table here without one.

As soon as we entered, I brought out a black membership card. The staff’s attitude changed instantly, and we were ushered to a table in the best section of the restaurant.

I guided Lena to her seat and pulled out the chair for her before taking my place opposite her.

We picked up the menus. When the waiter came, Lena kept glancing at hers without placing an order, so I decided to order for both of us. Knowing how much she loved good food, I went all out.

Just as the waiter returned with our order, I looked up at Lena.The spread before us was nothing short of inviting.

At the center of the table sat a perfectly grilled ribeye steak, its surface marked with beautiful sear lines, glistening under a light brush of melted garlic butter. When sliced, it revealed a tender pink center, releasing a mouthwatering aroma of rosemary and smoke. It looked sinful in the most delightful way.

Beside it rested a plate of lemon herb roasted chicken, golden-skinned and fragrant. The meat looked tender enough to fall apart at the touch of a fork, glazed lightly with olive oil and specks of thyme. It carried a softer scent, comforting and warm, like something made with care.

A colorful garden salad added brightness to the table , crisp lettuce layered with ruby cherry tomatoes, cool cucumber slices, thin rings of red onions, shredded carrots, and creamy slices of avocado. A glossy drizzle of balsamic vinaigrette shimmered over it, catching the light like jewels.

A smaller dish of garlic butter shrimp sat temptingly close, the shrimp curled and glistening in a silky sauce flecked with parsley and crushed chili. Steam rose faintly from it, carrying a rich, savory fragrance that teased the senses.

On another plate, creamy mashed potatoes were swirled into soft peaks, smooth and buttery, almost too pretty to disturb. Beside them, a medley of steamed vegetables, bright green broccoli, slender carrots, zucchini slices, and tender green beans, added color and balance, their freshness cutting gently through the richness of the meats.

And finally, a generous serving of creamy Alfredo pasta completed the spread. The fettuccine ribbons were coated in a thick parmesan sauce, glossy and decadent, topped with a few slices of grilled chicken for good measure.

I noticed how Lena’s mouth watered as she looked at the meal in silence. I took my cutlery and started eating. Soon she joined me and we both ate in silence, with only the sound of our cutlery making sound against the plates. We almost cleared out the food. A satisfied smile rested on my face. I did not bother to clear the bill, since I’m a card holder, I don’t really have to pay for every meal I come to eat.

Where is your black card I gave to you? I asked Lena, I suddenly remembered I had her one when we were in York city.

I have it, and it is still with me.

Then why do you use it? I only received one notification once but since then I have not received any notifications again."

I don’t have what to buy, because you mostly buy everything. She responded.

I took notice to bring her shopping often. So she can buy more things.

Immediately I opened the car, Lena slid into the driver’s seat insisting she wanted to drive us, claiming she had eaten too much and it would help her food digest fast. I tried to say no but she just refused to give up the idea and refused to come down from my seat. After much contemplation I allowed her to take the driver’s seat and I sat down at the passenger seat. "What could go wrong?"

She turned the key. The engine roared to life instantly, vibrating beneath her touch like a beast awakened from sleep. My eyes darkened, she had barely said anything since we came out, but right now I could see the smirk on her face. Without hesitation, she shifted the gear and pressed down on the accelerator.

The car lunged forward, tires screeching slightly against the pavement before shooting off at high speed, leaving nothing behind but dust and stunned silence, she tightened her grip on the steering wheel, her eyes sharpening with focus.

The engine roared softly beneath her control as she eased into the busy road. Vehicles flooded the street, honking horns, impatient drivers, and reckless bikes weaving between cars, but she didn’t falter.

With a swift movement, she swerved smoothly to the left, avoiding a taxi that abruptly cut into her lane. Her reflexes were sharp, almost instinctive. She pressed lightly on the accelerator, overtaking a slow-moving bus before sliding neatly back into her lane. The city moved in chaos around her, yet she maneuvered through it with calculated precision.

At the next intersection, she turned the wheel confidently, making a clean right turn just before the light shifted. A motorcycle sped past, but she adjusted without panic, easing her foot on the brake before accelerating again. Her gaze flickered between the rearview mirror and the road ahead, fully alert.

She zigzagged through the traffic with controlled elegance, never reckless, but bold enough to command space on the road. Each swerve was deliberate, each turn smooth and assured.

I looked at her with admiration, my heart swelling with pride at how good she was at driving. I did not break out in sweat as she sped through the streets, I just smiled as I watched her with utmost concentration..

The sun reflected against the windshield as the boutique’s glass exterior finally came into view.

With one final careful turn into the parking lot, she slowed the car and parked flawlessly in front of the building.

The engine went silent, but the determination in her eyes remained. I looked at the boutique and I smiled. She arrived at our destination because she had driven with the map, I had keyed in the directions immediately she took the wheel.

"Well, I’m impressed. Who taught you how to ride?"

"My father," she replied, her voice steady, without the usual trace of sadness that surfaced whenever she remembered how he changed after her mother’s death.

"Shall we?" I asked, breaking the brief silence.

She nodded and stepped down before I could open the door for her. Instead, she grabbed my hands, and I eyed her suspiciously. She chuckled, her eyes curving into beautiful crescents.

"Why are you being so mischievous, baby?" I asked.

"Why don’t we shop together?" she suggested, looking up at me with those irresistible puppy eyes.

Normally, I had my clothes custom-made and delivered straight to my house. I rarely stepped into a store myself. After contemplating for a moment, I nodded. I saw no reason not to indulge her.

Her face lit up instantly. She almost broke into a little dance before pulling me toward the entrance in excitement.

I chuckled softly and allowed her to drag me inside.