"Get out!"
Vivian Quinn was furious. She wouldn’t see anyone right now, not even the emperor himself.
Without a word, the bodyguards flanked her, grabbing her by the arms and dragging her out.
"Let go! Where are you taking !" Vivian Quinn struggled with all her might, but after the ordeal of the previous night, she had no strength left to resist.
She was shoved into a car, falling into a hard embrace.
The clean, pleasant scent of pure male pheromones washed over her. Vivian Quinn instinctively looked up and saw the man’s handso face.
She was incensed. "You’re like a ghost I can’t shake!"
Jett Sterling’s long, well-defined fingers gripped her chin, his deep, calm eyes laced with fury. "You’ve gotten bold. Not only did you dare to fake being drunk to trick , but you also dared to jump into the sea? Weren’t you afraid of being eaten by sharks?"
"What sharks would be in these waters? Sir, I have things to do, so I’ll be leaving. Let’s never see each other again."
Vivian Quinn turned to get out of the car, only to find the doors locked and the vehicle already in motion.
"Did you think you could escape?" The man let out a faint smile, but his voice turned cold. "Do you know the consequences of sleeping with and not taking responsibility?"
Vivian Quinn’s eyes widened. "Are you trying to latch onto now?"
"You could put it that way."
Vivian Quinn: "..."
’This man is shaless!’
"I saved your life with my needles before. We should be even."
"I will repay the debt I owe you. But you slept with , so you have to take responsibility."
Vivian Quinn: "..."
"Sir, I think you need to calm down right now. I have other things to do, I really have to go."
"Without my permission, do you really think you can leave?"
Vivian Quinn was going crazy. "What on earth do you want?!"
"Marry ."
"Impossible!"
The man didn’t get angry. "Then you’ll co back to the island and live with until ’impossible’ becos ’possible’."
Vivian Quinn grabbed at her hair in frustration. "You’re Mr. Sterling, right? Why are you so fixated on ?"
"You are mine."
Vivian Quinn said, "You want to marry , right? Fine. But I don’t even know you. There’s no way I can marry you right now."
The man raised an eyebrow. "Are you saying you need ti to get to know ?"
"Exactly. We need to get to know each other before we can decide if we can get married. But the prerequisite is that you can’t imprison ."
Jett Sterling saw through her little sche at a glance. His long fingertips tapped the car seat. "Miss Quinn, let be clear. I’m not imprisoning you. I’m just... deepening our understanding of each other."
Vivian Quinn: "..." ’Bullshit!’
"So, can you respect my wishes now?"
"I can. But you still have to live with ."
"Living on that island is inconvenient."
"I have other properties. We’ll move to the city tomorrow."
After Jett Sterling finished speaking, he waited for a while but got no reply from her. He turned to look and saw she had already fallen asleep, leaning against the back of the seat.
She seed exhausted and was sleeping very deeply, but her brows were knitted tightly together.
The man raised his hand and gently stroked the crown of her head, his gaze growing deeper.
...
「The next day.」
Vivian Quinn slowly woke up to the sight of a not-unfamiliar ceiling.
’I was so tired last night, I actually fell asleep in the car.’
Vivian Quinn got out of bed and saw a set of clothes on the sofa nearby, clearly prepared for her.
She needed to shower and change, so she picked them up and went into the bathroom.
Vivian Quinn locked the bathroom door from the inside, peeled off the scar from her face, and revealed an exquisitely perfect face.
The "disfiguring" scar had actually healed half a month ago. She had originally planned to give Austin Grant a surprise at their engagent party, but she never expected things to turn out like this.
She took a long, comfortable soak in the bathtub, feeling the exhaustion wash away from her body.
After her bath, she reapplied the scar, put on the clothes, and then went downstairs.
After they ate, Jett Sterling took her away from the island to a villa in the city.
Vivian Quinn was confused. "What’s the aning of this?"
"You promised last night that you would live with . You said the island was inconvenient, so we moved here."
Vivian Quinn: "..." !!!
"Impossible! How could I have agreed to live with you?"
"You personally agreed to ’get to know each other.’ Are you trying to go back on your word?"
Vivian Quinn ran a hand through her not-so-ssy hair. ’It seems I really did agree last night, because it was the only way out!’
"Mr. Sterling, I..."
"Jett Sterling. That’s my na," the man interrupted.
"Oh, Jett Sterling." Vivian Quinn obligingly corrected herself.
Jett Sterling: "..." ’I told her my na, but not so she could call by my full na.’
"Jett Sterling, you want to marry , but I’m not willing. So the agreent we’ve reached is to get to know each other, right?"
"Yes."
"Then this ’getting to know each other’ should have a ti limit, right? We can’t spend three or five years on it and waste each other’s ti. So, I think we should set a one-month limit. After one month, if I still don’t want to marry you, you can’t keep forcing . Otherwise, if you push too far, I’ll make sure we both go down together."
"One month..." The man’s fingertips tapped lightly on the armrest of his wheelchair. "Alright, I agree. We’ll date for a month, then get married."
Vivian Quinn: "..." ’Of course, after a month, we’ll never see each other again. Who would want to marry him?!’
Jett Sterling saw through her little sche, his expression unruffled. "To deepen our understanding, you’ll have to live here for this month."
The corner of Vivian Quinn’s mouth twitched. "Do I have to live here? Even if we’re... dating now, we don’t have to live together."
"If you don’t want to live here, that’s fine too."
A flicker of joy lit up Vivian Quinn’s face, but in the next second, she heard the man say, "I’ll move in with you."
Vivian Quinn: "..." ’I knew it!’
"It seems Miss Quinn has chosen to live here, then." Jett Sterling was very satisfied. "From now on, we have the most intimate relationship in the world."
Vivian Quinn’s face flushed red. "Who has the most intimate relationship with you?!"
Jett Sterling raised an eyebrow. "Miss Quinn, since we’re living together, do you consider yourself my girlfriend or my fiancée?"
Vivian Quinn’s face betrayed her by flushing red again. "...I don’t know."
"Then I’ll decide for you. Fiancée it is."
"No way!" Vivian Quinn said without thinking. "I’m not your fiancée!"
"Then you’re my girlfriend. You chose this status yourself."
Vivian Quinn: "..." ’This man is too cunning. He just dug a pit and I jumped right into it!’
"Wait, wait, since when did I beco your girlfriend?"
"Just now."
Vivian Quinn: "..." ’Help, I’m really going to lose my mind!’
’Is this man my God-sent nesis?!’
’I feel like I can’t keep talking to him. Otherwise, I’ll end up selling myself to him and still be happily counting the money!’
"Jett Sterling, why are you so intent on clinging to ?" Vivian Quinn just couldn’t figure it out. "Could it be... that night was your first ti?"
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