On the roadside, Phoebe raised her head in the rain and suddenly saw a pair of deep, dark eyes.
The window of the car was rolled down halfway, and the man in the car looked sideways at her. Under his long eyelashes, his eyes were as quiet and mysterious as the night and seemed to suck her in. At a corner of his eye, there was a little mole, adding to his charm.
Phoebe’s heart suddenly missed a beat, and she hurriedly wiped the rain off her face with her sleeve.
Hunter quickly looked away, and frowned. He became a little impatient. “Hurry up.”
Mr. Hopkins felt a little sympathy for the girl. “The little girl is so pitiful. May I give her something to keep out the rain?”
Hunter threw him a sideways glance. “Don’t be nosy.”
Mr. Hopkins smiled awkwardly and looked around, but he only found an old coat belonging to Hunter.
He picked up the coat, rushed out of the car, and ran to Phoebe in the rain.
He shouted at the top of his voice in the rainstorm. “Young lady, are you okay?”
Phoebe raised her innocent eyes and shook her head.
Mr. Hopkins put the coat on her head and then helped her up from the ground. “This coat can protect you from the rain. Find shelter quickly.”
Phoebe stood up, looked at the car, and finally saw the man’s face.
The man had chiseled facial features, a clean and sharp jawline, pitch-black hair, and porcelain-white skin. He gently pursed his thin, blade-like lips and there was something noble and elegant about him.
The rain was freezing cold, but Phoebe’s face was hot. She stood in the rain in a daze and didn’t come back to her senses until the car drove away.
She clutched the coat on her head, her heart beating fiercely.
Derek stood outside the school gate, chewing gum, blowing a big bubble, and flaunting it in front of Claire.
Claire leaned back lazily and didn’t bother to talk to him.
Idiot.
“The car is coming. The car is coming!” Derek suddenly shouted.
The Maybach stopped at the school gate.
Derek grabbed Claire and ran to the car, and the two quickly got in.
In the car, Hunter took Claire into his arms.
Although she ran very fast, her hair was still wet with rain.
Hunter reached out to Mr. Hopkins. “Towel.”
Mr. Hopkins handed over the towel he had prepared long ago.
Hunter took the towel, wrapped Claire’s head, and kept rubbing it.
“Ouch… it hurts!”
Claire struggled, waving her hands wildly.
Hunter lowered his head. The towel covered Claire’s head, only revealing her palm-sized face. Her cheeks were rosy and her eyes were haz. Her lips were slightly curled, and her delicate little nose was flushed with cold.
She looked a little… cute.
Hunter glanced at Derek on the side and ordered. “Close your eyes.”
Derek was confused. “Huh? Why?”
“Just close your eyes! One more word, I’ll kick you out.”
“OK, OK…” Derek obediently closed his eyes.
What happened? What’s so mysterious?
Hunter suddenly cupped Claire’s face with his hands and pecked on the tip of her nose.
Claire’s eyes widened instantly. “You…”
She was about to curse when Derek shouted. “Hey, are you done yet?”
“You can open your eyes now.” Hunter smiled.
Derek opened his eyes and looked around.
Hunter leaned lazily against the car window and his eyes were shining with a gleam of joy.
Claire sat stiffly, her head lowered and her eyes drooping. She was motionless like a sculpture but the tips of her ears were red.
Mr. Hopkins tried to hold back his laughter sitting in the front.
Derek scratched his head.
What happened?
This weird atmosphere…
What did he miss?