My Father

ELLA POV:

As we walked to his car, I couldn't help but feel a mix of skepticism and mild irritation. I wasn't exactly thrilled about this whole thing, but I wasn't about to back out either.

When we got to the car, Jason suddenly moved ahead and opened the passenger door for me. I stopped, narrowing my eyes at him. "What are you doing?"

He leaned casually against the door, flashing me one of his infuriatingly smug smiles. "What does it look like I'm doing? My mother taught me the basics of being a gentleman. Get in."

I huffed, debating whether to argue or just get in. Honestly, I was too tired to fight him on this. Muttering something under my breath—why did he has to be such a charm—I slid into the seat.

"Thank you," I said begrudgingly, making sure my tone let him know I wasn't overly impressed.

Jason just grinned as he shut the door and walked around to the driver's side. The guy was way too pleased with himself.