Chapter 133

As Renee felt something brush against her foot, she paused mid-sip, slightly startled. Lowering her gaze, she noticed a polished leather shoe resting beside her high heel. Her feet, size 37, were average—neither big nor small—but now, compared to the man’s shoe, they looked like a child’s toy.

Her eyes traced up from the shoes, following long legs wrapped in sleek black trousers, the sharp crease in the fabric exuding a sense of restrained power. Renee didn’t look for long, assuming the contact had been accidental, and instinctively moved her foot away.

But just as she shifted, the driver abruptly hit the brakes. The sudden stop sent her body jolting forward, and in the process, her foot slid across Carl’s leg, leaving a faint scuff on his pants. To her dismay, she also noticed that his pant leg had ridden up slightly.

Renee froze, her expression tense. She could feel his gaze—a dark and dangerous look—from across the way. Quickly, she tried to withdraw her foot, but it was too late