A Vow of Deception, A Vow of Revenge novel Chapter 114

Elvis sighed, a helpless smile tugging at his lips. "I'm not as out of touch with the real world as you think."

Of course, what mattered most was being with her.

Even if it meant going to places he never used to enjoy, as long as she was by his side, he found happiness there.

"Really?" Winona turned to look at him, one brow arched in doubt. "You don't exactly seem the type."

But then again, she was a socialite herself. If she could go to those places, why couldn't Elvis?

He gave a soft chuckle. "Well then, Miss Thorne, you're welcome to test my claim with as many dates as you like."

He wanted to take her out again and again, just like any other couple in the world.

As the car rounded the last bend beneath the night sky, Winona suddenly pressed the button to lower her window. The cool night air, tinged with the scent of plane trees, swept inside.

She absentmindedly traced her fingers along the seatbelt buckle, then let out a quiet laugh. "Next time, I want Mr. Rogers to win me a stuffed animal at the arcade."

"Deal," Elvis agreed, without hesitation.

"If you don't win one for me, I'll be upset," Winona teased, her voice playfully demanding.

He let out a theatrical sigh. "Then I'll do my very best not to disappoint Miss Thorne."

By the time he finished, the car had already pulled up in front of the Thorne family estate.

Elvis turned to her. "And if you are upset, will you punish me?"

"Oh, definitely," Winona replied, her eyes sparkling. "I'll swap out all your suits for cartoon-print ones and make you wear them to the office."

He stared at her in mock horror, his eyes wide. "That's… cruel and unusual punishment."

Winona had never seen him look so thrown off; she couldn't stop the laughter bubbling up. "Exactly. So, if you want to stay out of the tabloids again, Mr. Rogers, you'd better give it your all."

Her words brought back a memory—the last time she and Elvis had ended up in the gossip columns together. Back then, she'd never have guessed he was the man her family intended her to marry.

"I promise, I'll win the plushie you want, Miss Thorne."

"I'll hold you to that," she said, her lips curving up.

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