However, just as July Quinn finished cursing the ancestors of that scoundrel in her heart, the eye-catching silver-gray Maserati appeared in front of her once more.
Someone lowered the car window, examining her face, which was tinged with slight anger, with great interest.
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"No!" July Quinn replied almost without hesitation.
If before she was just being sulky, hoping he’d coax her into getting in, now she truly didn’t want to get in the car, not wanting to be in the same confined space with that jerk, fearing it would make her so angry she’d spit blood.
After leaving those words, she quickly walked forward, to avoid becoming the pitiful person left behind again.
Indeed, July Quinn thought, knowing Kyle Keaton’s temper, he should have stomped on the gas and left the next second.
However, what she expected didn’t happen.
After being refused this time, Kyle Keaton just drove slowly behind her.
The night wind was slightly cool. The man held the steering wheel with one hand, and the lights from the street lamps and passing cars constantly illuminated his exquisitely handsome face, adding a touch of allure to the scene.
Perhaps it was July Quinn’s outstanding looks and figure, or the unparalleled nobility of the expensive limited edition Maserati behind her, but people around couldn’t help pointing fingers, and even some women couldn’t help showing envious expressions.
July Quinn’s heart, which had been blocked up, kept reminding herself that being soft-hearted toward that dog of a man was cruel to herself.
Strangely, though, the fire inside seemed to have been gradually worn down by Kyle Keaton’s slow following with the car.
When she had to stop because of wearing high heels and felt uncomfortable after long walking, Kyle Keaton directly parked the car at the roadside, picked her up horizontally, and stuffed her into the passenger seat.
Soon, he returned to the driver’s seat, ready to start the engine and take her home.
At this moment, July Quinn, who was leaning tiredly on the passenger seat resting with her eyes closed, suddenly spoke.
"Honey, I don’t like men who don’t come home at night. This is the first and last time."
The man glanced sideways, taking in July Quinn’s breathtakingly beautiful yet clearly exhausted face.
He had felt a bit sour watching July Quinn surrounded by those girls earlier.
At the time, he couldn’t understand the reason for the jealousy.
But now, he seemed to understand a bit.
Next time, when July Quinn asks him if he likes her, he should change his answer.
After much deliberation, he made a promise: "Alright, I’ll never stay out all night again..."
With those words, he pressed the gas pedal.
Once again, the silver-gray Maserati weaved through the city, finally merging into the traffic.
Early the next morning, when the morning light just illuminated this beautiful room, Nina Quinn "woke up," panicking as she covered herself with the quilt.
"Oh my God, Justin, why are you in my room?"
Justin Callahan had been busy with Nina Quinn until just before dawn when he fell asleep, and waking up suddenly, he felt a little irritated.
But seeing that the one shouting was Nina Quinn, he restrained himself a bit.
"Take a good look—is this your room?"
Even though Nina Quinn had been drugged last night, he was the one who took advantage of her.
Giving her a little comfort was the least he could do.
Under Justin Callahan’s "reminder," Nina Quinn looked around dazedly.
"It’s a hotel." Justin furrowed his brow slightly. "You don’t remember last night?"
Recently, under the influence of the actors from Gala Entertainment, Nina Quinn’s acting skills had reached a new level.
Look, how she stared at the dried pool of blood on the bed, as if suddenly recalling being drugged last night and forced to become Justin Callahan’s woman, and her face turned pale.
Seeing this, Justin Callahan appeared to hold Nina Quinn tenderly in his arms.
"Don’t worry, since you’ve been with me, there’ll be no shortage of benefits for you."
After pretending to struggle a few times, Nina Quinn seemed to compromise and accept reality.
She leaned in his arms with pear blossom tears, yet her lips curled into a slight smile where Justin couldn’t see...