I Love You, Miss Genius

Bonnie had something to tell Avril, but the former saw Ivor's car approaching from afar before stopping at the roadside.

Avril saw it, too. She said, "Ivor's here. You should go now, Bonnie. I'll head home."

A hint of helplessness flashed across Bonnie's eyes as she watched her friend run off. At that moment, the former did not know what else to say and turned to approach the Maybach. When she opened the car door, she saw how formal Ivor's attire was.

Ivor wore a black suit that was subtle yet elegant. He also wore a gold brooch, looking like a mysterious nobleman.

Bonnie stared at him in a daze before teasing him, "Why didn't you tell me we're supposed to dress formally for tonight's dinner? Look at what I'm wearing. Don't you think it's inappropriate for me to wear such casual clothes?"

"I met with an important business partner before coming to get you. That's why I'm wearing this. It has nothing to do with tonight's dinner." Ivor patted the seat beside him. "Come on, get in."

Bonnie giggled. "Oh, that's what it is. I thought you were wearing this formal attire for dinner."

She sat beside him and yawned. Then, she said, "I listed everything I wanted to buy for Grandpa when I was in class. We just have to follow the list once we're at the mall."

"All right," Ivor responded and clasped her hand. "I'm a little worn out today, so I'll nap on the way. Wake me up when we're at Grandpa's house."

Bonnie mimicked him and offered her shoulder. "Lean on me. You'll sleep better."

Ivor did so and grinned. "Thanks."NôvelDrama.Org owns this.

About two hours later, the Maybach pulled over by Sigmund's villa gate. Ivor was still asleep, and Bonnie noticed his exhausted eyes. She could not bear to wake him up.

'Hmm, since it's not time for dinner yet, I'll let him sleep a little longer.'

Floyd asked hushedly, "Ms. Bonnie, should I leave the car here and wait for you and Mr. Ivor?"

"Sure, you can go ahead, Floyd."

When he left, Bonnie stared at the sleeping Ivor and thought, 'I'm impressed with his flawless skin. It looks soft to touch, too.'

With that in mind, Bonnie felt his cheek. Indeed, her suspicions were accurate. As she was about to withdraw her hand, Ivor held it tightly. Simultaneously, the back of her hand felt a little wet.

Bonnie was stunned as she raised her gaze to look at him, only to find out he had woken up when she was not looking. Ivor stared at her while holding her hand. Bonnie recalled the wet sensation and glanced at his lips.

She blushed as she withdrew her hand. Then, she turned and cleared her throat to avoid the awkward situation.