However, she refuses.
I expected this but still feel disappointed.
What on earth should I do to get her heart?
Is she still obsessed with her ex-husband, the scum?
I've never been so lost.
We meet a few times afterward, but each time is awkward.
I even meet her when I accompany Hilda to the pregnancy check-up.
I'm afraid that she will misunderstand my relationship with Hilda, but I don't know what to explain.
What worries me more is her health. Is she taking care of herself? Why is she hospitalized?
But she misunderstands eventually.
Moreover, she and Steven seem to be getting closer and closer.
What surprises me the most is seeing her in KTV that night.
She actually wants to take off my underwear.
No one knows how fast my heart beats when I see her frightened cute face.
My blood flows directly to where her soft hand is.
People are kicking up a fuss behind us and I can tell that they are just playing a game, but I can't stop my feelings.
I pick up my glass and take a big sip of the wine to calm myself down.
I walk over and ask in a low voice, "What's going on?"
Someone says, "We are playing Truth or Dare and she chose Dare, so I asked her to come over, pick a man, and take off his underwear. If I had known you are the only one here, I wouldn't have said that."
However, I feel lucky to be the only one in this room.
If it was another man, I would probably chop him up.
Almost everyone around knows me.
She is a little scared and wants to go back, but how can I let go of such a rare opportunity to tease her?
"Admit defeat. Since you chose Dare, how can you just leave like this?"
I look at her with a smile.
Looking at her eyes, I can tell she becomes even more panicked.
She forces a smile and says to me, "Forget it, Mr. Frances. You are decent. How can you lose face like this?"
For her, I don't mind losing face.
I lean over and whisper in her ear flirtatiously, "I don't mind."
"Did you hear what Mr. Frances said? Go!"
"Right! Let us see Mr. Frances' taste on underwear!"
The group is kicking up a fuss next to us.
She seems to have no way to back down.
At this moment, someone pushes her.
She falls towards me and grabs the leg of my trousers.
My most sensitive part feels her warm breath.
It's enough to ignite my feelings even when I'm not naked.
My voice becomes rough with suppressed emotions. "You are so active. Have you been thinking about this for a long time?"
"Looks like Mr. Frances can take jokes."
Aren't these damn rubbernecks going out?
I frown in displeasure and say sternly to the third wheels, "Don't tell me you want to stay here for the show."
The rubbernecks finally leave, leaving only me and her. I suddenly feel something in the air.
She looks so frightened. I end up giving up teasing her and ask her in a low voice, "Do you think they'll let you go if you don't finish the game?"
She shrugs helplessly and raises her eyebrows. "So, are you going to take off your underwear and let me take it away?"
I don't expect her to say such bold words.
For a moment, I don't know how to respond.
However, I absolutely have to be more imposing than her.
I curl my lips and say to her indifferently, "Do as you please. I will not resist."
Not surprisingly, she looks at me in anger.
"Dirty bastard!"
This is not the first time she has scolded me like this.
If anyone else calls me dirty bastard, I will definitely be irritated. But when she says this, I'm not angry at all.
I can only say to her helplessly, "You have two choices now."
"You can either take my underwear and go back to the game or leave here with me."
I guess she will definitely choose the latter.
But she is always unpredictable.
She takes a deep breath and stretches out her trembling hands toward my belt.
This damn woman. I almost can't control myself.
I take a deep breath, grab her hand, and walk out.
After getting in the car, I don't start it realizing that those people are still following and watching.
But she says firmly, "Don't think about it. I won't agree."
What is this woman thinking all day long?
"I'm above looting a burning house."
"Aren't you shameless to say that? At that time after the meal..."
She stops without finishing her words.
But I know what she wants to say.
"I didn't touch you that night."
More precisely, I stopped as soon as I realized she is a virgin.
I didn't want to take away her precious first time under that circumstances.
So, I used my hands.
To help her as well as myself.
Of course, I rubbed against her body for a long time. But I definitely won't tell her how awkward I acted because I don't want to lose my dignity as a man.
"That night, my hands worked hard," I say indifferently.
She remains silent for a long time.
My heart beats fast when I see her slightly open her mouth.
However, is she questioning my ability by looking at me like that?
No man can stand this.
I smile and flatter with her, "I offered you the chance to try my ability. It's not too late for you to change your mind now."
"Don't think too much. I will pay back the money I owe you. As for your request, don't even think about it."
With that, she suddenly asks me in confusion, "How much is your car?"
"4.5 million," I reply and know why she asks this.
She widens her eyes and asks me doubtfully, "Your car is 4.5 million, but the repairing alone costs 1.8 million? Are you kidding me?"
I can tell this woman doesn't understand.
My car is a limited edition in these many years. It's priceless and not in the market, so it's certainly expensive to repair it.
Of course, I don't care about the money. All I want is to tie her down.
I take out a few receipts from the side and hand them to her.
"Here are the receipts. Take a look. My car is imported and the paint alone costs 600,000. The adjustments and the freight also cost. There are also a lot of fees that you don't understand. You can do installment payments."
She purses her lips and says sullenly, "I'll pay you back. Thank you for helping me tonight. I'll treat you to dinner sometime."
If a hero saves a beauty, shouldn't she pledge to marry him?
I'm a little dissatisfied with her answer.
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