I sighed as I stared at the small screen in front of me, behind my driver’s seat. I cancelled my meetings for the next two days. My grandfather was pressuring me to get married after hearing about our rival company’s CEO getting wed.

I needed a break from things, especially snobby women. I was doing fine single, I didn’t need some housewife.

Just as traffic started to flow, the Bentley door opened and a woman jumped in, landing face-front on my lap.

I grunted, clenching my teeth. What the hell? Some random woman wearing a bridal gown was randomly in my car. She looked…panicked.

“Does this look like a wedding limousine?” I asked her in annoyance as she sat up.