Sheng Jiayu stopped speaking. In fact, she didn’t really like talking to Mu Ke because this man seed to have so kind of magic, as if he could know what she was thinking at any mont.
The night grew deeper, and at first, Sheng Jiayu sat steadily in the back seat, her eyes quietly gazing out the window. Gradually, her eyelids began to droop. She had spent the whole day busy with Tang Yanqi, and saying she wasn’t tired would be a lie. Unknowingly, she closed her eyes, her head tilting, resting against the car window.
Mu Ke glanced at the woman in the back seat through the rearview mirror, gradually slowed the car, and then stopped.
This was a country road, and it was nightti; there were no cars at all, so even if he boldly stopped in the middle of the road, there wouldn’t be any problem.
After about half an hour, Mu Ke finally got out from the front seat, opened the car’s back door, and adjusted the person whose head was originally leaning against the car window so she was lying flat. He then took off his suit jacket and covered her with it.
Sheng Jiayu moved a bit, one arm resting beside her head, the sleeve of her knit sweater sliding down to reveal her fair wrist.
Mu Ke unconsciously frowned.
Why did she beco so thin when he wasn’t paying attention?
That delicate wrist, with just a light twist, it would probably break?
Mu Ke silently withdrew himself, closed the car door, returned to the front seat, and restarted the car.
The car drove steadily, and the woman in the back seat slept soundly. When Sheng Jiayu groggily woke up, the sky outside was no longer pitch black, with a hint of light at the horizon. She frowned, sat up, looked at the n’s jacket that had slipped off her, and paused before speaking, "Where are we now?"
"We’re almost in London."
Sheng Jiayu placed the jacket aside, hesitated for a mont, and still spoke up, "Doctor Mu, thank you for driving all night. How about letting take over?"
Mu Ke didn’t answer, but the car showed no signs of slowing down. Clearly, he didn’t intend to hand the wheel over to Sheng Jiayu.
The car drove along the street into the city and finally stopped in front of a hotel. Mu Ke got out of the car, walked straight in without waiting for Sheng Jiayu.
Sheng Jiayu pursed her lips and followed, because although this man didn’t wait for her, he had already taken her bag with him.
At the hotel front desk, Mu Ke conversed with the receptionist in fluent British English, and soon, he had a room card in hand.
"Let’s go."
The man walked towards the elevator first, leaving Sheng Jiayu with no choice but to follow. When they reached the top floor where the room was, Sheng Jiayu realized that Mu Ke had only booked one room.
Could it be that he’s planning to drop her off here and then leave himself? That made sense; Mu Ke was a doctor, and he had work to do.
However, things weren’t as Sheng Jiayu thought. Mu Ke swiped the card to enter the room, casually hung his jacket on a hanger, then turned and looked at Sheng Jiayu, "Think about where you’d like to go for the next few days. I’m quite familiar with this place."
Sheng Jiayu was stunned. Did this an he was planning to accompany her for the next few days?
"Wait a minute, Doctor Mu, are you saying you’re going to stay with ?"
Mu Ke’s face showed no expression, maintaining his usual cool deanor, "Miss Xu hired for your personal psychological counseling. If Miss Sheng isn’t clear on what ’personal psychological counseling’ ans, I can explain it to you."
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