Chapter 55: Breakfast time 2 Chapter 55: Breakfast time 2 After hearing Arnold Johnson’s words, Victoria Garcia held the milk cup in her hand, forgetting to put it back on the table, staring at him somewhat absent-mindedly.
Arnold Johnson looked at her, the remnants of milk still lingering on the corner of her mouth, which made her pink lips look particularly playful and cute.
Without hesitation, he pulled Victoria close and gently sucked on her lips…
Suddenly, Victoria felt like there was a wolf hidden behind Arnold Johnson’s gaze at her.
A lustful wolf.
It was early in the morning, the sun was shining brightly, and she felt it was necessary to go to class.
“I’m done eating.”
Victoria quickly placed the cup back on the table, instinctively taking two steps back. She was afraid he would reenact the kissing scene from last night, and she wouldn’t be able to escape.
Of course, Arnold Johnson knew what was going on in Victoria’s mind.
It seemed he was a little impatient.
“I’ll take you.”
“Don’t you need to go to work?” For workaholic Arnold Johnson, time is money.
Arnold Johnson said with a smirk, “The pleasure of taking you is greater than the pleasure of going to the company.”
At the mention of the word “pleasure,” Victoria’s thoughts instinctively ran wild.
It wasn’t that she was overthinking things, but rather that Arnold Johnson’s recent actions had been too “flippant,” completely lacking his usual aloof and refined image. Victoria wished she could label him as a cultured scoundrel.
All men are scoundrels disguised as cultured individuals.
“I think the pleasure of going to class is greater.”
“Okay, I’ll go with you to class. As your future husband, the pleasure will definitely be even greater.”
“…”
Seeing the hidden laughter in Arnold Johnson’s eyes, Victoria felt somewhat stifled.
Of course, Victoria was unable to stop Arnold Johnson from making decisions.
After getting into the car, Victoria mentioned, “From now on, I’ll go to and from class myself, there’s no need for Allen to pick me up.”
“Isn’t his driving good?”
Arnold Johnson’s mode of thinking sometimes followed normal people’s, and sometimes deviated from it.
So, Victoria had no choice but to say, “I can drive myself.”
“Then let me buy you a car. Do you like Bentley?”
“It won’t be too late for you to buy me one when I become Madam Johnson.” Victoria was indirectly refusing his gift.
But Arnold said, “You’ll be Madam Johnson sooner or later, so you can exercise your rights in advance.”
“…”
Seeing her silent, Arnold asked again, “So, what car do you like?”
“Our family has an old Jeep.”
“No way.” Arnold decisively refused.
“Why?” When met with strong opposition, Victoria’s instinct was to respond strongly as well.
Arnold rubbed his forehead, slowed down his speech, and said, “The safety performance of that car is not up to par. It’s too dangerous for you to drive it; I don’t feel at ease.”
It’s not easy to argue against a fact that is based on concern.
And, to make matters worse, Arnold’s tone was exceptionally gentle.
As soon as the other party softened their stance, Victoria’s momentum was extinguished.
“Then buy me a car that suits my identity.” Speaking of identity, Victoria felt something was amiss and quickly added, “As an ordinary student.”
“I’ll think about it.”
Victoria smiled at him and said, “You’re so nice.”
After saying that, she didn’t know why her mood was so good. Turning her head to look out the window, she felt the sun was so warm that she didn’t want to open her eyes.