Seeing the cars on both sides about to collide, trapping them, Ashley Shaw scread and shut her eyes in fear.
A few seconds later, all she could hear was her pounding heartbeat, not the crash she had anticipated.
As she breathed a sigh of relief, the car once again weaved wildly through the crowded traffic.
Every ti they overtook another car, it was a challenge to Ashley Shaw’s heart.
But it wasn’t that she was timid; it was an imnse ordeal for soone who had died in a car accident before.
Yet, it seed that people were naturally masochistic; as Warren Prescott sped down the road, her fear of car accidents surprisingly started to fade.
She even began to slightly adapt to the adrenaline rush.
However, once the initial fear faded, her body began to react adversely.
Ever since her rebirth, she had avoided cars whenever possible, opting for an e-bike or shared bicycle. Considering her natural aversion to cars, her current car sickness was unusually severe.
So after the fear faded, her stomach began to churn.
She didn’t even dare to move her hand or open her mouth, fearing that the mont she did, she’d vomit.
Finally, as the car pulled into the underground parking of a large shopping mall, Ashley Shaw flung open the door and ran out, clutching the wall and retching.
"Ugh... ugh..."
After retching for a while, nothing ca out, yet her stomach felt worse, burning like fire, and her throat felt as if she’d drunk a bottle of vinegar mixed with bitterness—sour and bitter, incredibly uncomfortable.
Even her legs felt weak, and she relied on the wall to stabilize herself.
At that mont, a hand extended a bottle of mineral water toward her.
Even without looking, Ashley Shaw knew who it was.
Her face cold, she smacked away the water bottle.
The bottle hit the ground with a "thud," and she looked up, eting Assistant Lowell’s innocent and flustered gaze.
"Miss Shaw, I’m sorry, I just saw you were uncomfortable and brought you so water..."
Shocked to realize she’d mistaken the person, Ashley Shaw quickly waved her hand: "Sorry, I should be the one apologizing."
As she spoke, she caught a glimpse of Warren Prescott leaning against the car door, holding a cigarette, ready to light it, not even glancing her way.
Warren Prescott’s lack of sha and complete indifference utterly infuriated Ashley Shaw.
At that mont, her hatred for Warren Prescott reached its peak.
She stord over to Warren Prescott, grabbing the cigarette from his fingers.
"I know it was my fault; I shouldn’t have not told you I went ho, but the reason I didn’t tell you was because I thought I’d wake up after a nap and could just et you at the store."
"I also said I didn’t do it on purpose, I genuinely overslept, and I apologized. So why are you still tornting ? Is tornting others fun for you?!"
Tears welled up in Ashley Shaw’s eyes.
They were tears of grievance and anger, coupled with physical discomfort.
Warren Prescott looked up, his gaze fixed on the tears swirling in her eyes.
After two seconds of silence, he slowly straightened his posture.
The height difference made Ashley Shaw instantly feel at a disadvantage.
Suddenly, she felt a little lacking in confidence.
Although, to be fair... Warren Prescott did save her yesterday.
And before as well.
But... continuing to hold it in, she couldn’t do it.
But then, she heard Warren Prescott suddenly say, "I’m sorry."
Warren Prescott’s reaction took Ashley Shaw by surprise.
She heard Warren Prescott continue, "I was in a hurry at the ti, and I didn’t notice your condition. But I rember you didn’t get carsick before, so I drove a bit fast."
Driving fast required intense concentration.
At that ti, Warren Prescott was entirely focused on driving, naturally not having the extra mind to notice if Ashley Shaw was getting carsick.
And he clearly rembered that Ashley Shaw didn’t get carsick before.
Every word Ashley Shaw wanted to say got caught in her throat.
Despite their past as a couple, she could still distinguish if Warren Prescott was genuine or not.
He indeed wasn’t tornting her intentionally because she wasn’t at the store.
It’s really... awkward.
It was Warren Prescott who broke the silence: "Since that’s the case, let’s both take a step back, pretend nothing happened, and let’s go."
By the ti she snapped out of it, Warren Prescott had already walked two ters away.
Probably realizing she hadn’t followed, he turned, knitting his handso brows: "Not coming?"
"Oh..." Ashley Shaw quickly caught up, glancing at Warren Prescott once more as she entered the elevator.
Did he really rember she didn’t used to get carsick?
Outside, Assistant Lowell waited for the two to enter the elevator before stepping in and inquiring, "Young Master, directly to the eleventh floor?"
"Yes."
Assistant Lowell then pressed the elevator button.
Ashley Shaw had never been to this mall, but with soone pressing the elevator for her, she didn’t have to worry about where to shop.
Just following Warren Prescott would do.
Now with a bit of spare money in her pocket, Warren Prescott’s stores were undoubtedly expensive, but even in the priciest stores, there were relatively affordable items, so she didn’t worry about being unable to buy gifts.
The elevator ascended slowly, and no one spoke, leaving only the sound of the fan whirring at the top of the elevator.
What surprised Ashley Shaw was that in the malls she usually frequented, every floor seed to have soone getting on, yet in this ride, no one entered until they reached the seventh or eighth floor.
Soon, the elevator reached the eleventh floor without interruption.
"Ding——"
The elevator doors opened, and Ashley Shaw saw rows of mall-uniford staff outside, divided into male and female lines, standing neatly.
As they stepped out, the staff all bowed in unison.
"Good day, Mr. Prescott Jr.!"
Ashley Shaw looked at the grand scene, her mouth involuntarily forming an "O" shape.
Amusingly, although in her past life she had beco the official Prescott family’s daughter-in-law, she had never witnessed such a scene.
Those married years, she was focused on being a stay-at-ho wife, spending her days becoming a frumpy housewife.
Warren Prescott, however, was used to such scenes.
"Lead the way."
"Yes." A middle-aged man at the forefront nodded respectfully.
He raised his eyes, eting Ashley Shaw’s gaze, and also nodded respectfully: "Hello, Miss Shaw, please co this way."
The fact that he knew her na clearly indicated that Warren Prescott had inford them in advance.
Ashley Shaw nodded in slight panic: "Okay."
The middle-aged man courteously smiled at her before striding ahead with a slightly affected gait.
Ashley Shaw waited for Warren Prescott to take a step forward before adjusting her position to follow.
With so many people watching, it was better not to walk shoulder to shoulder with Warren Prescott.
Thus, she followed Warren Prescott and the middle-aged man into a room with floor-to-ceiling windows.
Inside the room was a huge leather sofa and several small rooms labeled "Fitting Room" and "Makeup Room."
As her feet sunk into the plush carpet, Ashley Shaw felt that even the air carried the scent of money.
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