Chapter 170
As autumn set in, the weather grew cooler, and the sky darkened earlier. Streetlights flickered on one by one, their soft glow falling on Lucy’s face as she stood at the entrance of the university.
She kept glancing into the distance, waiting for Camila and Hazel. After about ten minutes, a sleek black Maylach slowly pulled up in front of her.
The moment the car stopped, Lucy’s heart tightened. She recognized this car all to intimate memories of the previous night surged uncontrollalsly in her mind.
was Timer’s. In an instant, the wild and
That morning, while showering in her dorm, she noticed the marks Turner had left on her skin, scattered densely from her collarbone1 down. The sight was so overwhelming that she couldn’t bear to look directly.
The only thing she could be thankful for was that Turner hadn’t left any marks on her neck. If he hund, she would be too embarrassed to face others
Desperate to avoid Turner, Laicy turned abruptly and hurried back toward the campits. But she had barely taken two steps when she heard Camila’s gentle voice behind her.
Lucy froze in place. Slowly, she turned around to see the Maybach’s window rolling down. Sitting in the back seat, Camila and Hazel were smiling warmly and waving at her.
Her gaze swept to the driver’s seat, where Turner kunged casually, a faint smirk playing on his lips. His eyes, filled with playful amusement, locked onto hers. “So you’re Hazel’s daughter, It’s a pleasure to meet you?
As Lucy met his teasing gaze, her heart skipped a heat. Flustered, she quickly lowered her eyes, unable to look directly at the face that threw her emotions into chaos.
She had assumed Camila and Hazel would take a taxi, but never expected them to show up in Turner’s car. “What’s he up to? she wondered
Hesitant and unwilling, Larry wrestled with the idea of getting into Turner’s car.
Tumer seemed to notice her inner struggle and raised an eyebrow slightly. “Ms. Clark, get in.
Hazel, oblivious to her daughter’s mease, urged her, “Lucy, stop standing there and get in already.”
Lucy bit her lip and felt sad about her situation. She had no choice but to walk to the Maybach. She opened the car door, planning to sit in the back to stay away from Turner. But the back seat was already taken.
Not only were Camila and Hazel there, but Giovani was present as well
Lucy tried to hint to Giovani to move to the front seat.
But Giovani merely glanced at her indifferently before closing his eyes.
Lucy realized Giovani had no intention of budging.
Hazel and | Camila spoke in unison, “Lucy, you should sit in the front seat.
Reluctantly, Lucy walked toward the front seat. As she opened the car door, a bouquet of vibrant red roses came into view.
The petals glistened with dewdrops, fresh and radiant, exuding a faint fragrance.
Turner smiled teasingly at Lucy. “I heard Ms. Clark’s birthday is tomorrow. On the way here, I got these roses just for y them?” He deliberately stressed the words “just for you” in a playful and suggestive way.
you. Do
you
like
Lucy met Turner’s bold gaze, and a wave of heat rushed to her ears, painting her cheeks a deep crimson Hugging the bouquet tightly to her chest, she used it to shield her face, hoping it would hide her embarrassment.
“Y–Yes, I like them, she murmured, her voice barely audible. Then she turned her attention to the window, avoiding him entirely.
The car was silent. Outside, the scenery flew backward. Turner glanced at Lucy’s red earlobes and smiled wider. He enjoyed her discomfort but didn’t tease her more. The silence was almost suffocating, broken only by the rhythmic tapping of Turner’s fingers the steering wheel.
The atmosphere in the car was thick with tension. Lucy clung tightly to the bouquet, using it as a shield against her embarrassment.
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Chapter 170
Just as she thought this awkward journey was nearing its end, Turner suddenly extended his right arm, casually resting it on the central amrest between the seats.
In reality, his large hand brushed against the curve of Lucy’s waist, lingering just enough to send a shiver down her spine. His fingers pressed lightly, teasing the sensitive spot at her waistline.
Lucy let out a soft gasp, startled by Turners sudden move, her body instantly tensing up.
She turned to Turner, only to see him staring straight ahead, his face composed and serious, as if nothing had happened.
However, his hand continued its mischief, clearly relishing the thrill of sneaking around.
Lucy’s cheeks flushed. She wanted to scold him, but the fear of Camila and her mom noticing kept her silent
Her breathing quickened, and her heart pounded wildly in her chest. She bit her lower lip, trying to endure the waves of tingling sensations radiating from her waist and doing everything she could to stay quiet
Still, Hazel caught her earlier gasp. “Lucy, are you okay?” Hazel’s concerned voice made Lucy’s heart leap into her throat.
“Y–Yeah. Just got pricked by the roses, Lucy stammered, fumbling for an excuse.
She tilted the bouquet toward Turner, using it to shield his wandering hand from view.
The thought of the three people in the backseat noticing made her want to crawl into a hole from embarrassment
Turner’s eyes glinted with mischief. He was clearly enjoying her discomfort.
The ride felt like an eternity to Lucy, every second dragging on unbearably. By the time the car finally stopped at the restaurant, she was drenched in sweat.
As soon as the
he car came to a halt, she bolted out without waiting for anyone.
“Lucy, slow down!” Hazel called out, worried about Lucy’s sudden rush.
To keep her mom from worrying. Lucy hastily explained, “I–I’m going to the restroom, as she rushed toward the entrance.
She dashed into the restroom, turned on the faucet, and splashed cold water onto her burning face, trying to calm herself down.
The blush on her face gradually faded as she lifted her head, staring at the mirror. Her reflection showed a face dotted with water droplets and eyes filled with panic. She scolded herself inwardly for being so easily flustered.
This is a first, Lucy thought, mortified. Turner, you better not provoke me, or else…
After a while, Lucy finally calmed herself down and stepped out of the restroom, only to bump straight into Turner’s chest.
“Well, well, couldn’t wait to fall into my arms, huh?” Turner leaned in close, his breath brushing against her ear, sending an involuntary shiver down her spine.
Facing him was the last thing Lucy wanted right now. She pushed against him with all her strength, but his large hand was firmly wrapped around her waist, holding her in place.
“You just won’t leave me alone,” Lucy snapped, her voice trembling with anger as she struggled against his iron grip.
Tumer didn’t say a word. Instead, he dragged her into the cramped stall. The air felt stilling, thick with the mingling of their breaths,
Lucy’s chest heaved as the hissed, “Are
you in
insane? This is the women’s restroom!”
Turner smirked, his grip tightening as if he wanted to fuse her into himself. “Relax. No one’s here to see us, he murmured, lowering his head
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