Sam rubbed his nose and said, "Who's speaking ill of me behind my back?"

"Achoo!" Then, John sneezed.

Hearing this, Nina slowed down and pulled over. She glanced at the steady rain outside and asked John with concern, "Do you have a cold?"

The little girl cared about him. John could not help smiling.

He coughed deliberately and answered, "No, no. This is nothing. It's just a little cold in here, that's all."

He wanted to see what she would do.

Would she take him to the nearest hospital and take good care of him, or would she warm him herself?

"Here." As Nina spoke, she began taking off her coat and then handed it to John. "Put this on."

Her tone was casual but a bit domineering.

She spoke like a boss.

For a moment, John did not know what to say. Was she his wife or his bodyguard who only wanted a strictly professional relationship with him?

But Nina had already given the order.

Looking at the plaid suit jacket in Nina's hand, John didn't know whether to laugh or to cry. He should be the one to do this.

He glanced at her, feeling angry

e got a new one since Nina used the lighter he had before to set the fire.

Thinking of that moment, John could not help smiling. Shaking his head, he put the cigarette in his mouth. With a click, the lighter put out a purplish red flame.

"Wait a minute. Let me roll down the window." Nina was very sensitive to the smell of cigarette smoke. In fact, she choked every time she smelled it.

She slowly rolled the car window down. John turned his head to look at Nina and remembered that she did not like cigarette smoke. He put the lighter away and put the unlit cigarette back in the pack.

"Never mind. I don't want to smoke," John said. He then turned his head to look out the window.

He had been trying to quit smoking for some time now.

But it proved to be such an ordeal. His nicotine addiction had reached a point where if there was no cigarette in his mouth, it would itch.

He glanced at his gorgeous driver once again.

It was only then that he noticed Nina's pink lips. He swallowed at the idea of scratching the itch on his mouth with those beautiful lips.