His innocent wife is a dangerous hacker. Chapter 959: Her Boyfriend Is an Expensive Model (3)

The driver stared at Dominique for another moment before glancing toward the rearview mirror.

"Ma’am, should we help him? It’s pouring outside and it doesn’t look safe to leave him here at this hour."

A few seconds passed before a cold, icy voice answered from the back seat.

"Let him in."

The driver nodded and unlocked the doors.

"Thank you! Thank you so much!" Dominique exclaimed, not even waiting for the driver to repeat himself. He hurried around the car and opened the rear door, sliding inside with as much elegance as a completely drenched man could manage.

"Finally, civilization!"

He shut the door and turned to thank the woman who had apparently saved him from spending the night arguing with bats.

Then he saw her and promptly forgot every word he knew.

Damn.

She was gorgeous.

Her face was partially concealed behind a mask but even that couldn’t hide how striking she was. Her fair skin contrasted beautifully with her long, dark hair, which fell gracefully around her shoulders. Yet it was her eyes that caught him first: a pair of icy blue eyes, sharp and beautiful, with an almost intimidating coldness to them.

She sat with effortless elegance, her posture so composed that Dominique suddenly became painfully aware of his own appearance.

His hair was dripping. His clothes were soaked. One of his sleeves had somehow become stuck to his wrist.

He looked like a man who had recently lost a fight with the weather and she looked as though she belonged on the cover of an expensive fashion magazine.

Oh, come on. How can someone look this beautiful at night?

Dominique subtly straightened his back, attempting to recover at least a little of his dignity. Unfortunately, a drop of water slid from his hair straight down his nose.

He wiped it away quickly and pretended nothing had happened.

The woman didn’t even glance at him.

His eyes wandered briefly toward her hand resting beside her on the seat. A red snake tattoo curled around her wrist, its delicate design striking against her fair skin.

Dominique’s eyebrows lifted.

Damn. A beautiful woman with a snake tattoo? That’s hot.

He had always appreciated beautiful things. Photography, fashion, art, architecture. He could spend hours admiring the perfect composition of a photograph or the details of an expensive outfit.

But this woman?

She was making him forget about photography altogether.

He cleared his throat, turning slightly toward her.

"Hi. I’m Dominique."

Nothing.

She continued looking out of the window as though she hadn’t heard him.

He waited a moment before trying again.

"Thank you for letting me in, by the way. I was beginning to think I’d have to spend the entire night out there."

Silence.

Dominique glanced toward the window, then back at her.

"It’s a pretty horrible night, isn’t it?"

She didn’t respond.

Okay. Maybe she didn’t hear me.

He leaned forward slightly. "I said, it’s a pretty horrible night—"

"I heard you."

Her reply was so cold and brief that Dominique immediately closed his mouth.

Oh.

She had heard him.

She simply hadn’t considered him worth answering.

For perhaps the first time in his life, Dominique found himself sitting beside a beautiful woman who showed absolutely no interest in him.

And strangely enough, that only made him more curious.

He settled back into his seat, stealing another glance at her striking blue eyes.

Interesting.

A small smirk returned to his lips.

Very interesting.

***

Dominique tried everything he could think of to get her attention.

He complimented her eyes, asked whether she lived nearby, and even offered to buy her breakfast as a thank-you for rescuing him. When none of that worked, he resorted to telling her a few stories about his modelling career, including one about a magazine cover that had supposedly made him the most handsome man in the country.

The woman listened to none of it.

Or, at least, she gave him no reason to believe she had.

She sat beside him with her gaze fixed on the rain-streaked window, occasionally checking her phone. Her beautiful blue eyes never once turned toward him.

Dominique was beginning to take it personally.

He was used to people recognizing him. Even those who didn’t know his name usually took a second look at his face. Yet this woman had spent the entire journey treating him like an advertisement she couldn’t skip.

"So, do you always ignore people who get into your car?" he asked at last.

"I didn’t invite you into my car," she replied.

Dominique paused.

Fair enough.

"You’re right. You rescued me. Which makes you a very kind person, by the way."

She said nothing.

He leaned back against the seat, studying her from the corner of his eye. "You know, most people at least tell me when I’ve annoyed them."

"Would you prefer that I did?"

"Honestly? It would be a start."

For the first time, she turned her eyes toward him.

Dominique immediately sat a little straighter.

Then she said, "You’re annoying me."

He opened his mouth but she had already looked away.

Somehow, that brief exchange made him even more interested in her.

By the time the car reached the city, the rain had weakened to a drizzle. The driver stopped near a well-lit street with several shops and a hotel nearby.

"This should be safe enough," the woman said.

Dominique looked outside, then back at her. "You’re leaving me here?"

"You have a phone, don’t you?"

He glanced at his useless, rain-soaked phone. "A phone, yes. A working phone, unfortunately not."

"Then borrow one."

He let out a small sigh. "You really don’t make it easy for a man to thank you."

"You’ve thanked me several times."

"Maybe I haven’t done it properly."

She opened the car door.

That was apparently his cue to get out.

Dominique stepped onto the pavement, still damp from the rain and turned back toward her. He had spent years perfecting his smile, and he gave her one of his best.

"Will I ever see you again?"

She regarded him for a moment through those icy blue eyes.

"I wouldn’t know."

Then she closed the door.

The car pulled away before he could think of a clever response.

Dominique stood on the pavement, watching its taillights disappear into the wet city streets. He had no idea who she was, where she lived or even what her voice would sound like if she spoke more than five words at a time.

He didn’t even know her name.

And yet, as he finally turned toward the nearby hotel, one inconvenient thought followed him.

He wanted to see her again.

Dominique had met countless beautiful women. He had worked beside them and received more than enough attention to satisfy any ordinary man’s vanity.

But that mysterious woman in the back seat had barely spared him a glance.

Perhaps that was precisely why he couldn’t stop thinking about her.

She had taken him out of a miserable night in the forest, dropped him safely in the city and driven away without a backward glance.

She had left with nothing of his.

Except, somehow, his heart.