Pampered Wife of Xavier

Chapter 32: Master Knight's Disregard

He leaned over, planting a gentle and slightly warm kiss quietly on her forehead. His gentle movement seemed like he was comforting a most beloved angel.

When he saw that she had already closed her eyes, while gripping his shirt tightly with the fingertips turning slightly pale, he then could not help but chuckle softly. He moved back slightly and then lightly patted her head before laughing very perceptively,

"I'm not a human-eating monster. What are you so nervous about?"

Arya almost instantly opened her vaguely misty eyes. Her forehead still held the residue of his faint warmth as she subconsciously blurted out,

"I'm not nervous!"

When he saw her looking so anxious to defend herself, the curve on Xavier's lips widened. His hand slid down her hair and gently embraced her shoulders.

"If you're not nervous, then how do you explain what your hand is doing right now?"

Arya followed his gaze and looked. That was when she realized that she was grasping tightly onto the front of his shirt...

Her expression instantly flushed with scarlet as she let go of his shirt. His light gray top was already wrinkled from being grasped by her. She quietly looked down and arranged her messy windbreaker a little awkwardly.

When he saw this, he could not help but laugh softly. In the meantime, the cars that sped up from behind had already stopped beside them and the speed junkies all walked towards them.

"Let's go. Otherwise, we'll be in trouble." Xavier took a look at the people who walked over. They did not seem like members of a race car club like the people from the other night. Instead, they looked more hostile.

Then, before Arya could react, he had already pulled her up while he moved over. The two of them had very quickly exchanged positions.

Screech!

Several squeals of cars braking were heard. A few cars from behind had already come up to surround them, and by the looks of it, they wanted to block them.

Xavier was calm as usual as he quickly started the car. "Sit tight!"

With these two words, the car did a heart-stopping reverse maneuver, and then he very quickly and accurately offset the steering wheel. They brushed past like an arrow between the two cars that had wanted to trap them in between. Before they could surround them, they had already sped out of the circle and left.

"It's best to come here less often. How are you going to handle it if you get into trouble?!"

He increased the car speed rapidly and wound up the car windows before he shot her a look and had a strict tone.

Arya then pursed her lips slightly and subconsciously looked towards the cars behind. Indeed, those people were throwing things at their car...

"I thought it was the same as last time," she softly explained.

He thought about it and said, "If you're really interested in doing it recreationally, I'll bring you to join a racing club another day."

Arya inhaled slightly. "Mmm, we'll see. Probably when I get busy again, I won't have much time."

Usually, after New Year was when she was busy. When the entire year came down, she did not even have much time to rest. Usually, weekends or holidays were for tidying up and cleaning, and to treat herself. She would read or drink some tea. If she took over the South River project, it would only make her even busier.

Seeing her brows furrowed into a knot, he then reminded,

"Say a few more nice things to me. If I'm happy, then I'll obviously give you a holiday."