Obsessed marriage

BENTLEY'S POV

"Come on, Max..." I whispered tenderly, "I'll drive you to the hospital."

I watched him climb into the front seat, making sure to wait patiently for him to buckle his seatbelt before I started up the engine. When I finally turned the key in the ignition and pulled out of the parking space, I could sense his curiosity. He must have been wondering why I, known for my strong-headed independence and aversion to arranged marriages, had agreed to a blind date set up by my family.

"So, why did your family arrange a blind date for you?" he asked, clearly trying to start a conversation, perhaps looking for answers to the questions swirling in his own mind.

"My sister is a lawyer, and my dad wanted me to meet someone. I think it was supposed to be some sort of business plan if everything went well between me and the guy," I replied, keeping my focus on the road ahead.

For a brief moment, I felt a wave of sadness wash over me, but I struggled to find the right words to express it.