What the hell was he talking about!
Did he want to have sex in the car?
Her previous nervousness gave way to anger.
She pushed him away and shouted, "Max Nixon. You've gone too far!"
Max narrowed his eyes and laughed. But he didn't seem happy. A certain coolness emanated from him.
He did not mind her resistance, but pretended to dust himself. He said, "I just want to remind you that since you have agreed to be my girlfriend, there is no chance of bargaining now. You must do what I ask unconditionally."
Laura was annoyed by his insolence. Then she said through gritted teeth, "You..."
Suddenly he came close to her with a smile and whispered, "You know, I like it when you're mad at me. You make it more challenging for me to conquest. I'm so in love with the aggressive Laura. So don't expect me to give up on you because of this. You're just turning me on."
Then he let out a big laugh and pressed his foot down on the pedal suddenly.
He drove so fast that Laura didn't have time to react.
Instinctively, she clenched the door handle and screamed, "Max, are you crazy?"
However, he paid no attention to her.
He always seemed to be a man who showed a total disregard for other people's feelings.
Laura felt her stomach knot with fear, with tears welling up in her eyes.
Thinking of her mother still lying in the hospital, she could only humble herself and beg him.
"Slow down! This is dangerous!"
However, he didn't do it.
He even did a smooth technical drift around the corner ahead.
Then Max responded with insolent words.
"Unless you're willing to go home with me, I won't slow down."
Laura was speechless.
He was not negotiating with her at all. He was forcing her to say yes.
Even if she agreed to it, it was not her original intention.
She couldn't be bothered arguing with this unreasonable man. Maybe she was influenced by him - the more aggressive he was, the less she wanted to compromise, as if giving in to him was a betrayal of herself.
She resolutely refused to compromise.
So Laura gripped the door handle and ground her teeth in a fit of pique. No matter how fast he drove, she remained silent.
Max knew she would be afraid, so he was waiting for her to beg for mercy.
After a long time, however, she still said nothing.
He couldn't help but look at her curiously.
He saw that she held the handle tightly. Though her face turned pale with fright, she closed her eyes and gritted her teeth.
She didn't even look at him, let alone beg for mercy.
She had some fearlessness in her.
Max didn't understand why she was so stubborn.
Did she really hate him?
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