Janet covered her neck with her hands to stop Mason from trying to do anything else. Although her words were meant to come out as a threat, it sounded hilarious to Mason. He burst out laughing and wrapped his arms tightly around her. “I don’t see any issue in it since this isn’t our first time kissing,” he whispered gently into her ear, tone brimming with affection.
“What did you say?” Janet blinked her eyes in bewilderment.
With a smirk, he chuckled. “I said your lips tasted very sweet!”
She shoved him back to his seat and turned her head away from him; her face alternated between looking pale and blushing. Mason sighed at this. “Let me give you a ride home.” Then, he started the engine of his car.
He remained quiet throughout the journey, not saying a word. The silence made her uneasy, just like how one would feel if someone who had been constantly nagging in one’s life suddenly went missing. So, she looked up and peeked at him. It was only after a long while and with much effort did she manage to speak up, “I didn’t lie to you on purpose; I only decided to keep my identity as a secret so things would be simpler. Also, I had no idea you would be in the race too.”
Mason was stunned when he heard her, astonishment flickering in his eyes. The very next second, he roughly held her hand and gave it a peck before he muttered, “You’re forgiven but you are not allowed to participate in any future races!”
The corners of Janet’s lips twitched when he did that and she slowly retrieved her hand. Then, she narrowed her eyes and replied, “I know what I’m doing.”
Frustrated with her stubbornness, he chuckled. “You’re just trying to act tough.”
The atmosphere in the car was getting heated. Coupled with the fact that he was having his crush sitting right beside him, Mason soon found his breathing getting more and more rapid. Janet, who could sense him getting breathless, immediately turned her face toward the window.
Jackson Residence was just a hundred meters ahead of them. As soon as Mason stopped his car in front of the mansion, Janet opened the car door immediately and got out of his car. The wind blowing outside managed to cool her down slightly. Feeling distressed, she started massaging her forehead.
Staring out of the window at the girl outside, Mason got out of his car and blocked her way, trapping her between his car and him. In a suggestive tone, he leaned close and muttered, “Would you like to give us a try?”
Thinking of the various dangerous maneuvers that Janet had executed earlier and the way other men eyed her with so much keenness and hunger, he couldn’t wait to hide such a talented girl like her away so that she would belong to him exclusively.
Janet was stunned because it had never occurred to her that the great Mr. Lowry would say something like that to her. Not able to fully process his question, she stared at him with her eyes glassy and blurted out instinctively, “I’m too young to date.”
Mason’s eyes filled with hope when he heard that. Fixing his gaze on her, he replied in a casual tone, “At eighteen, there are many things you’re allowed to do.”
Janet was rendered speechless by his response. She was stunned for a few beats before she turned around and made her way to the courtyard, her face flushing with embarrassment.
Staring at the back of her slender figure from afar, Mason could tell she was feeling shy as she actually stopped several times along the way to stomp her feet in frustration. His face broke into a grin of resignation and affection. What an adorable girl she was!
Meanwhile inside the Jackson Residence, Emily was sitting on the sofa when she saw Janet walking into the living room, and her eyes couldn’t help but flash with disgust and hatred. Janet had almost succeeded in fooling everyone in Class A, including her, by claiming that she had books written by Rose. However, she was surprised to see Janet behaving as though nothing had ever happened when she saw her.
Just as she was about to move her eyes away from Janet’s figure, she noticed a bright red bite mark on her soft and tender neck. Does she have a boyfriend? Emily thought at once. Putting down the book she was holding, she suddenly put on a worried expression and asked, “Janet, what happened to your neck?”
Megan, who was sitting in the massage chair, looked up at Janet. As shrewd as she was, she managed to spot the bite mark on her neck in one glance. Despite the ongoing massage session, Megan rose to her feet and walked over to Janet, scrutinizing the bite mark. “Janet, have you got a boyfriend?” she asked doubtfully.
Emily remarked sarcastically, “Mom, I’m sure that must be the case! If that wasn’t left by her boyfriend, could she have been bitten by a dog?”
