Mr. Waltson, Refrain Yourself

She’d assumed that cleaning the car would be an excuse for Wills to invite her out to supper.

He did, however, ask her to wash the car after dinner.

Furthermore, he stood by and did nothing to assist her.

This incident reminded her of the landlord and the servant girl.

He checked the car after cleaning it and was quite pleased.

She took a deep breath and removed her gloves, tossing them away.

“May I go now, Mr. Waltson?”

Wills Waltson grinned “Sure, hop in your car. I’ll return you to school.”

She yelled loudly, “No. I’m afraid that if I dirty your car again, I’ll have to wash it.”

She turned around and walked out of the Car Wash.

Wills Waltson did not intervene this time.

He outpaced her and noticed her kicking and punching in the direction he had gone.

Wills Waltson, the driver, couldn’t help but smile when he saw her in the rearview mirror.

Childish.

The ringtone of an unknown cell phone suddenly rang in the car after two junctions.

He looked over his shoulder and noticed her bag on the floor of the passenger seat.

He pulled over to the side of the road and took out her phone.

He smirked. What was this shambles?

“Hello,” he said as he took up the phone.

As she approached the bus station, she discovered her bag had been left in his car.

So she didn’t have any money, no bus pass, and no phone?

It’s all over. How can she return to school? By foot?

Was there anything she could do else?

She stared out at the seemingly endless road in the distance. She might be able to get to school before it becomes dark.

She was depressed because nothing positive had happened to her since meeting Wills Waltson.

She trotted forward one step.

A car halted him before he could get to 200 meters.

She got a better look. Isn’t this the same one she’d just washed?

Wills Waltson slid down the passenger window and said coldly, “Get in.”

She strolled over but had no plans to get into the car. “Please give me my purse.”

“Returning to school by bus will take at least one and a half hours. Are you certain you’ll be able to arrive before the lesson begins?”

She quickly unlocked the door and climbed into the car after lifting her wrist to check the time.

Wills Waltson grinned and started the car.

“You were just called.”

She took out her cellphone and frowned as she looked at it. “Did you respond?”Exclusive © content by N(ô)ve/l/Drama.Org.

“In case of an emergency.”

She bit her lower lip. “What exactly did he say?”

“Who am I, and where have you gone?”

“What did you say then?”

“Does it matter?”

“This is my phone number. You cannot avoid discussing the topic of the call because you have already answered it.”

“I stated that I am a victim. Your suitcase was left in my car.”

Luna Greenwich breathed a sigh of relief and remained silent.

Wills Waltson cocked his brow, “He’s your lover, right? Were you two arguing?”

“This doesn’t seem to have anything to do with Mr. Waltson,” she said.

Wills Waltson clenched his teeth. This woman appealed to him and made him desire to conquer her.

The car returned to the North Gate.

She nodded to Wills Waltson after getting out of the car “Thank you for recalling me, Mr. Waltson. Goodbye.”

She turned and walked back into the school without saying anything else.

However, after a short distance, she heard someone nearby say, “Luna!”

Luna Greenwich shifted her gaze to the other side of the school fence.

A Porsche was parked on the side of the road.

A tall and attractive man leaned against the car next to the door and smiled at her.

She was pleased when she spotted him and hurried over to hug him.

Wills Waltson’s eyebrows were slightly elevated in Maybach.

Nicky Enderson , the young master of the Enderson family?

Heh, he appeared to underestimate this lady.