A Touch of Sweetness (Finnick Norton and Vivian William) novel Chapter 3321

Chapter 3321 Night Drive

After she hung up, Megan opened the door quietly and stretched her head out to survey the corridor. She went on to walk out boldly when she found no one else in sight.

The stillness inside the villa made her feel that her footsteps were a little too loud, hence she removed her shoes and crept downstairs. She did not put them back on until she reached the door.

As cautious as she had been, Megan was unaware that someone else was already onto her.

Away from the villa and beyond the doors was a stationary white Audi. When she approached and rapped upon the window, Jake showed his face.

“Get in.”

Megan nodded before she opened the car door and stepped in. The jazz notes playing inside cleansed through her fettered emotions like water.

“Shall we start driving, or would you like to do something else?

The inside of the car was unlit, and the darkness that shrouded them was, somewhat, a source of comfort for Megan. Yet, there seemed to be a peculiarity about the air around them.

She was vigilant as she glanced sidelong at him. “Drive. I just want to enjoy the breeze.”

Jake held on to the steering wheel and swept past her with the corner of his eye. His brows perked up when he sensed the despondence in her voice. “Why? Are you still thinking about what happened in the morning?”

Megan blinked when this was raised out of the blue, and tried to mask her feelings. Nevertheless, she knew no amount of burying was going to prevent this from resurfacing again, one way or another.

So instead, she nodded in acknowledgment. Her inflection was clouded by self-doubt.

“Since you came to find me, I suppose that you must have forgiven me. But don’t you think that I had been rash and foolish? I have always misunderstood you…”

She did not much like the idea of herself turning into a presumptuous and thoroughly self-besotted person.

Jake regarded her calmly as she shared about her woes. The pointer on the speedometer had shot up to the hundred-point mark. Against the backdrop of dusk, only the roaring of the car’s engine was audible in the deserted roundabout.