Chapter 743: Chapter 743: Can Still Exercise Such Self-Restraint
“You still hold a grudge against ,” Charles Mcintosh said.
Lilac Serval played with her hair, the purple nail polish on her fingers appeared particularly haunting.
After five years, she thought one ntion of “Brother Mcintosh” would make them forget each other, she didn’t expect Charles Mcintosh to seek her out.
So things, if suppressed in one’s heart for too long, slowly morph into intense emotions, perating the entire body.
“I hold no grudge,” Lilac Serval laughed, “I am here to appreciate Brother Mcintosh. If it weren’t for you, I wouldn’t even know that such intoxicating thods exist, just like smoking, it’s quite addicting. In fact, I should really thank you, Brother Mcintosh.”
The conversation made Charles Mcintosh’s heart clench.
An uncontrollable tremor.
The laughter in her voice made her words sound light and carefree.
“Brother Mcintosh, indeed you live up to my ntor, teaching free combat, self-defense. You even have my best interests at heart, arranging even an affair for . I am truly grateful to you,” Lilac Serval said.
“Lilac, could we not ntion that?” Charles Mcintosh struggled to control his tone.
“Hmm? Can’t even bring that up? Then what should we talk about? Surely we don’t have to sitsilent throughout the journey? I’m not used to that.”
“Promise , live a good life.”
“My life is quite good right now, how much better can it get?”
“Quit smoking and drinking, and stop looking for n.”
“Brother Mcintosh, who gave you the audacity to say that to ? I don’t believe that you don’t smoke, don’t drink, and don’t go chasing won.”
“I only do it sociably,” Charles Mcintosh frowned, “n and won are different.”
“So I can’t do it sociably?” Lilac Serval truly didn’t know why this man could have the nerve to say that.
Sociably?
What a dignified word.
But she couldn’t be bothered to say anything.
Lilac Serval leaned on the seat, fiddled with her seatbelt, and closed her eyes slightly.
“I don’t fool around with won,” Charles Mcintosh comnted blandly.
“Oh? You are you, I am . I just like fooling around with n. Brother Mcintosh, it’s admirable how you can maintain your purity and abstinence. One can’t help be impressed. I hope there’s nothing wrong with you,” Lilac Serval sneered.
“Lilac, do you speak to others with such spikiness?”
Lilac Serval didn’t answer, her lips still holding a mocking curve.
Had she hurt his pride?
Through the car window, the glass was quickly fogged over by a thin layer of white mist amid the fog.
“Where are you taking ?” Lilac Serval asked.
Charles Mcintosh was silent.
“Out of your mind,” Lilac Serval cursed under her breath.
Where was he taking her in the middle of the night?
Leaning against the window, she closed her eyes deeply.
If Charles Mcintosh wasn’t talking, neither was she.
Inside the car, they fell into deep silence.
Outside, the fog continued, casting a layer of blur over the halos of the streetlamps.
The car didn’t slow down. Charles Mcintosh’s hands gripped the steering wheel tightly. His face was unreadably cold, even his eyes were solemn.
Perhaps it was too tiring, but ten minutes later, Lilac Serval was asleep.
She leaned back, nodding sleepily.
Quiet when she closed her eyes, not saying a word, just sleeping silently.
Long eyelashes drooping low, strands of hair falling over half her face.
This appearance only made her seem more enchanting.
Charles Mcintosh glanced over at her.
When did Little Lilac, who used to follow him around, turn into a mature, sensual woman?
She’d changed, the transformation was extre.
He could hardly recognize her anymore.
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