Finally completing the client's order, Kelsie and I breathed a sigh of relief and decided to take a well-deserved break.
It just so happened that the next day was my birthday. Dashawn had already made plans to celebrate it with me.
That day, I went to Dashawn's company to wait for him to finish work.
Dashawn, however, received a last-minute invitation to a cocktail party that he couldn't refuse, so he had to go and make an appearance.
He knew I didn't like the atmosphere of such events, so he didn't force me to come along.
"Wait for me downstairs obediently. I'll just show my face and be back down in about half an hour."
I didn't want to put him in a difficult position: "Actually, if you can't make it, you don't have to celebrate with me. It's okay."
Dashawn bent down and kissed my forehead lightly. "You don't have to be so understanding in front of me. You can make any unreasonable requests to me."
"Whatever you say, I will help you achieve."
My heart was racing, so I hurriedly pushed him away. "Okay, okay, go now. Go early, come back early."
Watching Dashawn walk away, I managed to calm my racing heart.
Growing up, no one had ever said such things to me.
Even my parents had always taught me to be sensible and not to act on impulse.
I represented the Woodward Family's reputation. I couldn't let anyone look down on us.
Only Dashawn had never asked me to change and had always let me be myself.
Because he loved me for who I was.
Half an hour later, Dashawn came down.
We were sitting in the car when he took my hand and started playing with it, suddenly laughing. "There's a tail following us."
I looked back and saw that it was Edgar's car, chasing us at a very fast speed.
In the next second, Dashawn pulled me onto his lap, gripped my chin, and kissed me.
I struggled slightly. "Wait, we'll be seen."
"Let him see."
Dashawn was too skilled, and I gradually lost myself.
Suddenly, the car braked sharply, and my body went limp. Dashawn held me tightly in his arms so I wouldn't fall.
"What are you doing?"
Edgar's eyes were red, and he was glaring angrily at Dashawn.
Dashawn reacted before me, holding my waist and smiling. "So Mr. Pope has a kink for chasing cars and watching couples kiss."
Dashawn laughed pleasantly, "The rest of the scene isn't suitable for you to see."
Edgar got out of the car and walked up to ours. "So the girlfriend you mentioned at the cocktail party is her?"
"Dashawn, it's one thing to compete in business, but now you're even stealing my girl?"
By then, I had gotten off Dashawn's lap, but my hand was still tightly held by him.
"What kind of talk is this, Mr. Pope? As far as I remember, it's always been Pope Corporation unilaterally considering Frank Family as a competitor. We've never really taken you seriously, right?"
"Also, as far as I know, You has never been together with my girlfriend. When did she become your girl?"
"If you continues to slander, I don't mind bankrupting your family tomorrow."
Edgar was left speechless and could only turn to me. "Sweetie, come with me."
Before I could speak, I felt Dashawn grip my hand even tighter.
He was afraid I would leave.
Edgar reached out to me, his tone even gentler. "Maren, we promised to spend every birthday together. You forgot?"
I looked up at him and also noticed the gift box in his other hand.
I spoke coldly. "Mr. Pope, I'm going to celebrate my birthday with my boyfriend. You're blocking our way. Please move your car."
Edgar's hand trembled as he looked at me in disbelief.
At that moment, he seemed to realize for the first time that when I said "I don't like you anymore," I meant it.
More cars piled up behind us, and people began losing patience, honking their horns loudly.
Edgar had no choice but to move his car.
In the end, he could only watch as Dashawn and I left.
