14 He Was Getting Closer (3)

No emotion could be seen on Ye Juemo's chiseled face. He was like a block of ice without any temperature. Yan Xiruo didn't dare to look at him. She wanted to push open the car door but heard the distinct sound of a car lock.

No matter how much strength she used, she couldn't push open the car door.

The car fell into a dead silence.

Yan Xiruo's heart reached her throat immediately.

"Sir, what do you want to do?" Yan Xiruo subconsciously searched for her mobile and wanted to call for help. However, she realized that her bag was still in the bar.

Ye Juemo unbuckled his seatbelt, leaned over, and looked at Yan Xiruo.

"Sir, didn't you say you weren't interested in me? Please let me go, ok?"

Ye Juemo looked at Yan Xiruo, who was pretending to be pitiful, with interest. His obsidian-like and narrow eyes squinted dangerously. "I gave you a chance before but you just had to go and provoke me. Now that you're sober, you want to leave?"

The space in the sports car was small to begin with. With him suppressing her, she was almost out of breath. Her pretty face was flushed red. She suppressed the shyness, hatred, and panic in heart and tried to talk to him in a reasonable tone. "Sir, you've said it before as well. I wasn't sober back then, so I decided to leave with you out of spite. I've seen that you're tall, handsome, and noble, and you have an extraordinary temperament. You can afford such a limited edition sports car as well. Your family must be extremely wealthy. As such, you shouldn't be lacking in women as well, right? Why do you have to make things difficult for someone like me?" She put emphasis on the words "someone like me," hoping that he would let her off.

When he heard that, a trace of smile that was not easily detected flashed past his deep, whirlpool-like, and dangerous eyes. "I especially yearn for my own things…"

Yan Xiruo's face flushed even redder when she heard that. He compared her to a thing. His thing. This damned man. Could he be more detestable?