Left for Dead Came Back for Everything novel Chapter 181

"I have business with Sean Sherwood today, so I was heading to the studio lot anyway." He pulled a folder from his briefcase and waved it lightly in front of her.

The cover of the folder bore the logo of The Lawrence Group.

Eliza nodded.

"Discussing a partnership with Mr. Sherwood?"

"Yeah," Julian said, tucking the folder away.

"Sean brought up some digital imaging requirements last week, so I agreed to go over the technical feasibility in person. It just happened to be on your way."

His tone was even, his pacing deliberate—he wasn't over-explaining, yet every word perfectly shut down any chance of her asking if he had gone out of his way to pick her up.

The tips of Eliza's ears grew slightly warm.

She took the insulated lunchbox. "Thank you, Julian. That sorts out my lunch."

The words she had been biting back—'You don't need to drop me off, I'm just going to work and you have a meeting'—never found their moment.

Steeling herself, Eliza locked her door and followed Julian downstairs.

His black Porsche was parked at the entrance of her complex. He unlocked it from afar with his fob and walked around to open the passenger door for her.

Eliza hesitated for a split second.

"Julian, you really don't have to—"

"It's on the way." His tone held no pressure, and he even took a half-step back, giving her all the room she needed to decline. "If it makes you uncomfortable, I can leave."

Eliza glanced at him.

He stood by the car door, the morning light spilling from the garage entrance to cut a sharp, handsome silhouette across the shoulders of his gray wool coat.

His expression was calm and unhurried.

"Alright... let's go." Eliza ducked into the passenger seat.

The moment the door clicked shut, the clean, crisp scent of cedar washed over her—just as refreshing as the man himself.

Traffic was light, and they quickly pulled into the studio's parking lot.

Julian parked in a spot near Studio A and cut the engine.

He stepped out first, circling the hood to open her door.

"Here we are."

Eliza stepped out, slung her bag over her shoulder, and stood before him.

The morning breeze swept through the parking lot vents, catching a loose strand of hair by her ear.

"Then you should—"

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