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Chapter 17

The same day:

Kenna's POV

Once we walked out of the hospital, I had to immediately cover my face.

The sun shone brightly even though it was slowly setting in the west.

I was in the hospital for almost two weeks. I hadn't seen the daylight all along.

My only source of light were the bulbs and tube lights inside the hospital. The large windows in my room were mostly covered by blinds during the day.

Tyler now slowly moves my hands away from my face, and I squint against the brightness.

Once my eyes have adjusted to the sunlight, Tyler entwines our hands and begins walking in search of his car.

He stops in front of a car, and not just any car, but a sapphire Jaguar F-Type.

My mouth falls wide open, leaving enough space for the entire car to get inside.

This gorgeous boy owns a gorgeous car.

Tyler begins laughing while looking at my silly expression.

I mean, I don't know what I was expecting, but I'm a little too surprised.

"Get used to looking at this baby more often," he winks at me.

"Yeah," I blush, only making him smirk.

Tyler leads me to the passenger seat, opens the door for me, and closes it once I get in.

Such a gentleman.

He gets to the driver's seat and says, "Kenny, don't forget your seatbelt. Your safety first."

My heart skips a beat at his words.

Tyler watches as I buckle my seatbelt and does his once I'm done.

"Okay, you must be super rich," I scoff, looking at the interiors of his fancy car.

"Perks of being the head of the department. I get paid well," he winks at me.

That's pretty obvious.

I nod, deep in thought.

I wish I was the head of some department too.

"Okay, now I'm going to have to blindfold you," he says, breaking me out of my thoughts and taking a thick, black ribbon out of his pocket.

"Um, I don't like this idea," I say, clearly uneasy.

"Please?" he says, worried that I'll ruin his surprise.

"No, Tyler. Blindfolds freak me out," I say, and he smiles.

"Okay, Kenny, let's not force you."

I'm filled with instant relief.

Tyler and I drove out of the Travenford campus and are now on the road.

He drives well, not dangerously fast like people who hurry to reach God knows where.

We were driving on a familiar road.

I wasn't sure where it led yet.

We keep driving for maybe twenty more minutes, making small talk along the way.

Tyler would occasionally hold my hand for a few seconds, only to let go and adjust his grip on the wheel when the trucks were in the same lane as us.

Stupid trucks kept disturbing us.

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We pulled into a very familiar scenario.

Tyler gets out and walks towards the passenger seat to open my door for me.