My lover is a novice driver who got her license just a few days ago.
You should be grateful you just hit the brakes, because if she got hurt from the collision, I definitely wouldn’t let you off the hook."
Although Kay Forrest’s face was smiling, the threatening words were chilling.
The other person quickly took the money: "I know, I’ll be more careful next ti."
"There should not be a next ti. This is a matter of life and death."
"Alright, alright."
Kay Forrest turned around, walked back to his car, opened the door to the driver’s seat, and said to Jane Quinlan: "Get out."
"Huh?"
"I’ll drive, you sit in the passenger seat." He said, leaning in to unfasten her seatbelt.
At that mont, the distance between them was very close, so close that Kay could clearly sll her breath.
His heart rippled slightly, and he turned his head to look at her.
The distance between the two was just two centiters.
With eyes locked, the atmosphere suddenly beca a bit delicate.
Kay Forrest furrowed his brows slightly, swallowed a gulp of saliva, then moved away from in front of her.
Jane Quinlan also hurried out of the car, walked around from the front to the passenger side, opened the door, and sat down.
Kay Forrest got in the car, started it, and drove away.
The car imdiately beca much quieter.
In the quietness, an awkward atmosphere spread.
Jane Quinlan glanced at the radio. Should she turn it on?
Kay Forrest said, "Rember when you’re driving in the future, don’t suddenly stop in the middle of the road.
It’s fine if there were no injuries just now, but if we were hurt, wouldn’t that be maddening?"
Jane Quinlan felt a bit aggrieved: "Then why did you joke with at such a ti.
I was scared because of you, you know?"
"When did I joke with you? I’ve been serious with you.
If you’re still single at twenty-five, I’ll seriously marry you."
Jane Quinlan turned to look at him, his expression didn’t seem like he was lying.
But... "I’m clearly not your type, yet you say such things."
"Ideal types can change at any ti, didn’t you know that?"
"Stop lying, you don’t have feelings for . No matter how much you try, you won’t fall for ."
Kay Forrest glanced at her swiftly: "How do you know I don’t have feelings for you? You’re not ."
"If you really had feelings for , after sleeping under the sa roof so many tis, wouldn’t you feel sothing, not even have that kind of thought?"
Jane Quinlan spoke as she curled her lips: "Won’s intuition is very accurate, you know."
Kay Forrest smiled speechlessly: "So, you’re basing your certainty that I’ve got no feelings for you on this?
So, you feel aggrieved that I haven’t touched you these few tis?"
"Not at all, didn’t I tell you, you’re not my type either."
"Are you sure?" Kay Forrest raised his eyebrows.
Jane Quinlan nodded: "Of course, I’m absolutely sure."
She felt sowhat guilty, but in terms of montum, she absolutely could not lose.
Kay Forrest leisurely pulled the car over to the roadside and stopped.
He turned his head to look at her, and she asked in confusion: "Why have you stopped? Are we not going to the office?"
"We are, but there’s sothing I need to confirm before we go back to the office."
She frowned as she looked at him.
Kay Forrest unbuckled his seatbelt and leaned slightly toward her: "I’ll ask you one more ti, are you sure, I’m not your type?"
Jane Quinlan bit her lip, feeling a bit nervous as he stared at her like this.
"I... I’m sure, yeah." Who can’t play tough? She was very skilled at this.
"Mhm, okay, then I’ll confirm it now."
Having said that, he suddenly held her face with both hands and passionately kissed her lips.
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