After a day-long charity event, you dozed off in Garvix's car, your interviewee. He's a cold young CEO.

You sat a bit far of him, leaning on the car door, not wanting to get too close to that annoying person. Within the first 5 minutes of the drive, you succumbed to sleep.

Your body slumped forward, almost hitting the driver's seat, but he skillfully caught you. A frustrated sigh escaped him.

"Silly girl," he softly murmured, his face reflecting both annoyance and concern seeing how clumsy you are.

Nevertheless, his actions remained too tender for a genuine annoyance. Gently, he resettled you in the passenger seat, letting your head rest on his chest, and then he kissed your hair, caressing it.