Sidney changed into her outing clothes in the room. She wore a thin long-sleeved T-shirt and khaki casual pants, planning to pair them with a pair of low-heeled shoes.
Jayson had just changed and was sitting on the bed. When he saw Sidney walk out of the bathroom in her outfit, he gave her a sharp look, scanning her up and down, then coldly asked, "You're going out dressed like that?"
"Is it bad?" Sidney looked at herself in the mirror, thinking her outfit was quite decent.
"Dressing like that, people at the club will think you're there for a job interview." Jayson spoke to her unusually gently.
"Is that so?"
"Believe it or not, but don't you care about my reputation when you're walking with me?"
Sidney glanced at him, then opened the closet, staring at her pitifully small wardrobe.
"What should I wear? A dress?" Was he really expecting her to wear a formal gown?
"Something fashionable but not too casual, with subtle sexiness."
"..." Sidney felt like he was reading an ad script. "How about a shirt with a sweater and jeans?"
"Do you have anything other than shirts and jeans?" Jayson couldn't help but roll his eyes.
"..." Sidney held the sweater in her hands, looking at him, unsure whether she should wear it or not.
He walked toward her, took a glance at her wardrobe, and gasped, "Did you not bring anything with you?"
Sidney felt embarrassed to tell him that she only had this few clothes, and they were worlds apart compared to his collection.
"Forget it, just wear that. Remember to buy some clothes tomorrow. Don't embarrass me."
Sidney pouted and glared at him from behind. He was being so dramatic—she wasn't walking around in rags. She was dressed decently, okay? What embarrassment?
Sidney followed Jayson to the garage, where he drove himself. It was Sidney's first time seeing this garage, and she was stunned to find dozens of cars from different brands and colors, all kinds of models, almost like she was at a car show. Though her father was also a car enthusiast, his collection didn't even come close to half of what was here.
He was driving a silver Mercedes sports car, smoothly gliding out of the driveway and speeding through the night. Sidney gazed out at the changing scenery, feeling a rare sense of calm. This was the first time she had taken the time to appreciate the surroundings. The gated community was secluded in the suburbs, with its own basketball court, tennis courts, squash courts, and even a swimming pool. Quite impressive. As Jayson drove past the practice fields and left the estate, the car roared down the road. Sidney glanced at the speedometer and saw it at 100 mph, a jolt of fear running through her. Hesitantly, she said, "Could you slow down a bit?"
Jayson glanced at her, as if intentionally, then pressed down harder on the accelerator.
Sidney's forehead was covered in sweat as she tightly gripped the seatbelt, watching the speed climb from 100 to 110, then 120, silently pleading with the heavens that she didn't want to die yet.
Seeing her reaction, Jayson found it even more amusing. He pushed the accelerator harder, even doing a drift around the turn. Sidney couldn't help but scream out loud.
But at that moment, Jayson laughed and said, with a smirk, that she was useless.
Sidney almost cried. When they finally arrived at the clubhouse, he stopped right in front of the main entrance and got out of the car. Sidney weakly opened the door, stumbled out, and crouched down by the roadside. A valet took over and went to park the car for him. Jayson stood beside Sidney, looking down at her with a commanding gaze. "Get up."
Sidney struggled to push herself up, standing unsteadily. Seeing her pale face and the cold sweat on her brow, Jayson noticed her condition.
"We haven't even reached 180 yet! You're so useless." he said coldly.
"You may not care about your life, but I do!" Sidney snapped back, full of frustration.
Jayson walked ahead into the clubhouse, while Sidney's legs were still trembling, making it difficult for her to keep up.
He stepped inside, and immediately, the women by the door gathered around. They bowed and greeted him warmly, each one eager to catch his attention. One woman, appearing more seasoned than the others, was especially familiar. She draped herself over his shoulder, whispering something close to his ear, her voice soft but confident. Her touch lingered for a moment, as if she knew exactly how to put him at ease.
