The call was answered quickly, "Hello?"
I hastily spoke, "It's me, Maren."
"I know."
Dashawn's tone was cold.
It made me doubt whether what he said before was just another ploy to toy with me.
After stammering for a while, I still asked with a red face, "Do your words from before... still stand?"
"Are you sure? Voluntary?"
"Mm-hm."
"Where are you? I'll send a driver to pick you up."
"Y Club."
Hearing the name, Dashawn's tone became more serious, "Stay where you are, I'll send someone right away."
I knew how complicated the inside of the club was.
I never dared come before, but trusting Edgar, I still came.
In the end, I lost completely.
But it's better than being a fool forever.
Inside the private room, Edgar took out his phone and looked at it repeatedly, with no messages, his brows furrowed as he kept glancing towards the door.
Arturo Perkins sat beside him, "Edgar, your childhood sweetheart isn't coming, is she?"
Edgar lit a cigarette, "Impossible, when has she not come whenever I called?"
He then smiled, "She's too obedient, she hasn't been here before, she's probably lost somewhere."
A friend sighed, "When she gets here, don't go too far."
"She is timid, if she ends up crying, that won't be good."
Edgar blew out a puff of smoke, "How can that be? To bully someone, you should choose someone timid, it's more fun when they cry."
Saying this, but actually, Edgar thought that he would just have some casual fun.
If he really made Maren cry, it would be hard to console her later.
Don't look at how soft-spoken the girl usually is, she's actually quite stubborn.
When she gets angry, she can go days without talking to him.
If she flattered him a bit more, he could help her solve some of the Woodward Family's problems.
I stood awkwardly in Dashawn's room; he had just taken a shower and was only wearing a towel around his waist.
Sitting on the edge of the bed, a few drops of water rolled off his short hair, sliding over his solid chest muscles, abs, and ultimately disappearing under the loosely tied towel.
"What are you looking at?"
Dashawn spoke.
My face turned red, and I immediately lowered my head, not daring to look at him.
From there came Dashawn's light laughter.
"What did you go to Y club for?"
I lowered my head and didn't respond.
"Were you looking for Edgar?"
Dashawn's expression turned cold, "So it's because he wouldn't help you that you thought of me, right?"
I didn't deny it. These things couldn't fool Dashawn, he could find out with a simple investigation.
I had already prepared myself to be thrown out by him.
After all, no man could tolerate being a backup option.
But Dashawn only paused for a moment before saying, "Come here."
I froze, soon beginning to worry—was he going to take his anger out on me by hitting me?
They say Mr. Frank fights recklessly, but I didn't know if he hit women.
Dashawn repeated himself, and I slowly moved to his side, my complexion gradually turning pale.
In the next second, Dashawn pulled me directly into his arms, making me straddle his lap.
My body stiffened as I felt the strength and solidity of his body, my face reddening even more.
Dashawn curled the corner of his lips, lightly kissing my earlobe, "Afraid of me?"
My body trembled lightly.
"Shaking like this already, what will happen later?"
