NovelUSAChapter165 Chapter155, But he turned it right back. I'm sorry I kissed you without your permission? "I choked, coughing violently. Why was he bringing this up again? He poureda glass of water. I drank most of it before I could catch my breath "Let's pretend that didn't happen" "I need to take responsibility for my actions." "...?" I realized what he meant, waving my hands frantically. "No, no, no! Absolutely not! I repeated it three times, looking like I'd seen a ghost.
His eyes darkened, like falling stars. After a long moment, he chuckled softly. "You said you were brave, yet you're so easily flustered." I held my cup, silent. An awkward stillness hung in the air. I stared down at my cup, the crystal glass so clear and beautiful, yet I knew its fragility and fleeting nature...
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtHe got up and left. I set down my cup, slowly exhaling. Maybe it was the mountain air, or the after-effects of last night's.... whatever, but he'd probably snap out of it when we got back. Yes, that's it, he'd be back to normal once we left.
When I went outside, Xie Rui was already there, briefing Evan. "Mr. Yuan left before dawn. Said he had a bad case of food poisoning - acute gastroenteritis. His friends left with him." Evan nodded, saying nothing. I thought: That old guy knew to run. Looks like Xiao Nan got the message to him. With Yuan Xinjiang's sudden illness, the acceptance ceremony, originally scheduled for both him and Evan, now only involved Evan. From ten in the morning to four in the afternoon, he attended the ceremony and luncheon, then toured the resort with a group of people. I was by his side the entire time.
By the twe were ready to leave, it was 4:30 pm. He'd madesit in the back on the way there, and I hadn't thought much of it. Mountain roads were twisty; the back was safer. But I wasn't riding in the back on the way home, no way.
I opened the car door. He got in first, scooting over. The message was clear.
"Bang!" I slammed the door, sliding into the passenger seat.
He:"..." " The driver: Huh? Ms. Frost's in the front? Did they have a fight? "You can drive," I said, buckling my seatbelt.
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The driver silently started the car. The ride was deathly quiet. It was a suffocating silence, like the calm before a storm, or the aftermath of En.
an apocalypse. I didn't doze off, sitting rigidly upright. The driver was starting to feel uncomfortable and wanted to open a window.
As we left the mountains, dusk settled, and the distant city lights flickered into view He took a call, then said to the driver, "Don't go to the airport." He gave the driver the address of a private club.
I glanced sideways. I'd overheard the like a call; it sounded like a close friend. But that meant would we even make it back to Chicago tonight? "Ms. Frost," his low voice cfrom behind, devoid of emotion, "If you want to head back to Chicago, you can go ahead." (B) 16:41
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