His Little Wild Cat(3)

6

After I got up, I found that he had brought me back to his villa.

Unlike Bertram's simple black style, his villa was dazzling.

He took the key and led me to walk outside. As soon as he opened the door, I saw a black car stop at the door.

When we came out, the black car windows slowly rolled down. I saw Bertram's deep eyes. He looked straight at me.

"Well, he came to the door. I guess I don't need to take you back anymore." Jones joked.

Bertram looked calm, but I was uneasy.

He always looked calm, whether he was angry or happy, making others rattled.

He liked to control me. I had been willing to listen to him in the past. But now why would I still listen to him?

So, in the face of the door opened by the driver, I turned around and said to Jones sweetly, "Can I befriend you on WhatsApp?"

Jones froze in place. He didn't look at me but looked at Bertram. Finally, he helplessly took out his phone, “Okay, but I’m afraid I won’t have much time to text you back on WhatsApp."