An inexplicable sense of achievement arose in her heart. An evil smile appeared on the corner of Myra's mouth.
However, when she recalled the price of desecrating him... The smile on her face disappeared soon.
She straightened her face and nodded slightly. "Mr. Zhong."
The man stood in front of her and said, "I thought you would use it."
His voice was low and magnetic, and his tone was gentle and pleasant.
But his words were a little strange. He said it so directly without even a name, as if they were very familiar.
Blinking her eyes, Myra didn't understand what he meant. "What?"
"Silk scarf," he reminded her.
"Oh, silk scarf..."
Embarrassed, Myra ran her fingers through her hair. She was not sure how to deal with this man whom she had seen only one night yet done the most intimate thing with her. What should she say about this matter to such a man that she neither familiar nor strange with?
The man raised his eyebrows and looked down at her, waiting for her to explain.
She looked up at him and smiled awkwardly, "A little... It's kind of a long story."
But this answer obviously did not satisfy him. The man frowned slightly and put his hands into his trouser pocket. "I have time."
Surprised by his persistence in the answer, Myra explained as briefly as possible, "It's the matter between best friends... You know it."
The man raised his eyebrows, as if saying, "Am I supposed to know it?"
Well, she put it another way, "It is just like a man who wear the same pair of trousers with his best friend." Now he should understand.
But the man frowned deeper.
Myra curled her lips.
Obviously, this man was from a rich family. He didn't need to wear the same trousers with his best friend...
Or, he didn't have a best friend.
But she didn't know what to say.
But he was so concerned about the whereabouts of the scarf. Was it really something precious?
So she said, "Oh, by the way, I've told Darren that the scarf will be returned when I go back. So, you can give me one..."
She wanted to get an address, such as the front desk of the co
mpany. She would send it to him without disturbing him.
The man frowned and interrupted her coldly, "No need, you can throw it away if you don't like it."
It seemed that he was angry again. This person was so difficult to speak with...
Did he think she was going to pester him?
She wanted to explain, but she didn't think it was a big deal.
So she didn't say anything but looked at him quietly.
Fortunately, the man finally let her go and turned to leave.
Myra breathed a sigh of relief.
In fact, she was really scared to see him now.
If she could face him frankly, she wouldn't have to force herself to run away as soon as she woke up.
After all, the temperature in his arms was really comfortable.
However, it was just that kind of comfortable feeling as if it was a matter of course, which made her feel uncomfortable.
What happened last night shouldn't have happened.
She had never seen this man before. She didn't know if he was married or had a girlfriend, so she seduced him.
Now she thought about it and realized that his body, as delicate as a sculpture and as white as jade, might belong to another woman.
But now, he was leaving. Except for a little relief, Myra inexplicably felt a little depressed.
She watched his back, but the man turned around and opened the door of the passenger seat. Then he put one hand on the door and looked at her silently.
What he meant was very clear.
Myra was stunned for a moment, and then without thinking too much, she walked forward and got in the car.
The man closed the door without hesitation.
Seeing him walk quickly to the driver's seat, Myra was inexplicably nervous.
Was she crazy?
He said nothing. She didn't know where he was going to take her, so she came in so rashly.
In fact, she had always been indifferent to people. Even if she was in love with Archer, she didn't show much enthusiasm.
But from last night till now, she had ruined her previous image in front of Mr. Zhong!
So casual, not self-respect...
If she were this man, she would definitely look down upon such a woman.