Peeping Tom is actually a Peeping Tomilina?

Nope! I'm reading too much Webnovel these days, beginning to mess with my head. My life could never become that sugar coated fairytale.

I'm pretty sure I'm just a last minute replacement covering for someone else.

With that in mind I asked him a question.

"Ahem, sir? Where are we going?"

He looked up from his screen, looking surprised to hear my voice as if he had forgotten I was with him in the car.

Yep, that is definitely not what being hopelessly in love looks like. He could barely remember my presence.

"Uhh, did I forget to tell you we are going for a meeting over lunch?" H asked confused.

"No you didn't forget, sir-" I was cut off.

"Also stop calling me 'Sir', Ms. Xiao." He interjected me for that? What should I call you then, Aston Martin?