Chapter 190

I turned towards the sound and it was a white luxury car. The driver's side window slowly rolled down, revealing Luke's sharp profile. The dim streetlights cast a soft glow on his face, softening his typically cold demeanor.

Memories of the courtroom flashed in my mind as I forced myself to stay calm. "Mr. Walker," I greeted him and hurried away.

"Wait."

"Mr. Walker, is there something else?"

"It's not office hours. You don't need to call me that."

"Alright, Luke," I corrected myself, sensing the subtle yet undeniable pressure in his tone.

He leaned over and grabbed a shopping bag from the passenger seat, handing it to me through the window.

I glanced at the bag. "What's this?"

"Teuscher. Your father asked me to bring back a few boxes before his accident. I didn't have time to buy them before I returned."

"My dad is no longer here."

Luke was a man of his word. The box he gave me earlier contained Teuscher chocolates—my favorite truffle chocolates. They were always a staple in