"Look to the left, that black Bentley."
Erin Janus turned her head and spotted Sylvan Cheney’s car: "I see it, follow , I’ll take you to the manor."
Erin wore headphones and stepped on the accelerator.
On the other end, Sylvan Cheney remained silent.
Erin increasingly felt that he didn’t even like talking to her anymore.
She rembered when he woke up injured, they would chat, and he would respond to her. He would even answer when she asked about his preferences.
But now... he’s grown colder.
Jasmine Yale must be quite capable to have snared such a distant man. Erin was really curious about what tricks that woman had used.
"Evan, have you been busy lately? Every ti I invite you out, you say you’re unavailable."
"If it’s not work-related, let’s not contact each other, to avoid Jasmine’s misunderstanding."
"Oh, have you officially established your relationship? Are you together now? Living together?"
"That’s between her and , it has nothing to do with you."
"Feeling good about the pregnant woman? Evan, you have quite a taste." Erin laughed softly, "But n, that’s typical."
"Goodbye." Sylvan pressed the end call button.
"Hey! You!" Erin was furious.
Her red sports car drove ahead, rushed onto the road, moving straight along the wide avenue.
This is downtown; the sports car doesn’t move fast.
But after passing the city center, as the surroundings grew remote and fewer cars appeared on the road, her sports car seed like an arrow released from a bow, speeding forward.
The roar of the sports car’s engine sounded particularly dramatic under the silent night sky.
That streak of red resembled a dancing elf!
Sylvan Cheney knew the way to the manor and didn’t compete with Erin for speed. He was never interested in thrilling activities like car racing.
He disliked thrills; he preferred rational thought.
In his view, such impulsive and thrilling behavior was more suitable for young n and won around twenty years old.
On the broad road, there were only their two cars, one ahead and one behind.
Erin’s sports car raced swiftly along the road, while the trees on both sides retreated backward at an exaggerated speed.
After driving for a while, she thought Sylvan Cheney would chase her, but unexpectedly, a few minutes later, she could barely see Sylvan Cheney’s Bentley!
At once, she was filled with great displeasure.
He didn’t even give her this bit of understanding.
Leaving her awkwardly racing alone, like a fool!
At this mont, Erin was extrely annoyed and felt like smoking.
She and Sylvan Cheney really had no mutual understanding; that man seed never to consider her feelings, never standing on her side.
The more she thought about it, the angrier she beca, than Erin simply opened the sunroof.
The cold wind "swished" in, like knives cutting Erin’s face.
Behind, Sylvan Cheney’s Bentley gradually caught up.
Sylvan Cheney drove steadily, neither fast nor slow.
Erin deliberately slowed down, and when Sylvan Cheney’s car was parallel to hers, she shouted, "Evan, what is it about Jasmine Yale that you like?"
Sylvan Cheney’s windows were tightly shut.
Under the dark and silent night sky, Sylvan Cheney heard Erin’s shout.
But, he didn’t answer.
Sylvan’s thin lips were tightly pressed, his chiseled face hidden in the darkness.
What does he like about Jasmine Yale? He couldn’t give a definite answer, but he knew, about liking soone, it’s like absence makes the heart grow fonder.
He would think of her, always and constantly thinking, that kind of longing eroded the mind, until all over his heart and mind... were images of her.
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