Why is this guy always speaking like an old man? Janet sulked. Frowning, she said indifferently, “I’m strong and healthy so I don’t feel cold at all.”
It was getting close to winter now in Sandfort City and the temperature was dropping day by day. How could she not be cold? he chided silently. Thinking that she was just being stubborn, he grabbed her hands and insisted on warming it up for her.
Janet didn’t resist but pulled back her hands a few seconds later and said stiffly, “Let’s get in the car; many tongues will wag at this!”
Scanning their surroundings, he realized that there were indeed quite a few students loitering about and pointing at them as they whispered to one another. He shot them all a cold, warning glare. As though they had seen Hades himself, the students shifted their eyes and left hurriedly.
In the car, as the warm air encapsulated Janet, she felt her eyes getting heavy and drowsiness overtook her. Narrowing his eyes at her, Mason stretched out a tanned hand and adjusted his jacket on her, worried that she might catch a cold. “Do you want to sleep or eat something first?” he asked in a sexy, husky voice.
Opening her eyes, she looked around and saw students holding piping hot sweet potatoes and milk tea in their hands, which made her want to try the sweet potato in Sandfort City to see if it was any sweeter than the ones from the village. “Uh… I’d like a roasted sweet potato.”
Surprised at her request, he felt helpless as he looked at her with adoration. This young woman is really unexpected. Gently, he told her, “Wait in the car and I’ll get one for you!”
She nodded in reply without a word. As she watched him from behind, a feeling of happiness surged in her heart all of a sudden. In the past eighteen years, besides Morris who doted on her in Markovia for three years, there was no one else who had treated her like this. Cupping her cheeks with her hands, her bright, doe-like eyes flashed with anticipation.
The man returned ten minutes later, striding back on his long legs. Opening the car door, he then carefully passed the sweet potato to her. The hot steam coming from the sweet potato in her hand traveled all the way to warm her heart and she said softly, “Thank you.”
“There’s no need to stand on ceremony with me,” he replied with a tender look in his eyes.
She didn’t say anything, but a smile appeared on the edges of her lips. As she slowly peeled away at the sweet potato skin, the oils within trickled out as well and made it look really delicious. Opening her tiny mouth a little, she took a careful bite and the sweet taste blossomed in her mouth.
“It’s quite good!” she exclaimed. It was one of the rare occasions when she would take the initiative to introduce something to him. Thus, an odd idea came into his mind and he let out a small chuckle. “Can I try it?”
Janet scowled at his request. A big man fighting over a sweet potato with me? Why didn’t you get another one if you wanted one? You’re really annoying! Reluctantly, she passed him the sweet potato in her hands, “Here!”
Rejoicing silently, he took it from her and took a bite where she had left her teeth marks, taking her reluctance for shyness. Nodding in satisfaction, he noted, “It does taste pretty good!” Then, he returned the rest to her.
All he wanted was an indirect kiss, but Janet merely arched an eyebrow at the sweet potato and didn’t take it. “Finish it if it’s delicious. Don’t waste it!” she said, her tone flirtatious.
Mason wasn’t sure if he should laugh or cry at her comment. “Okay, babe. Whatever you say!”
Ignoring him, she turned on her cell phone and started playing games on it. By the time he finished, she had already won the game.
“I heard that Walter will publish a new music video soon,” he muttered, tapping a finger on the steering wheel.
She paused while wondering, Why is this man suddenly asking about Walter? Calmly, she replied, “Yeah, I think so.”
“You’re going to support him, aren’t you?” he asked, the hesitation in his voice almost impossible to detect.
