Chapter 165
That night, the cicadas chirped, the weather was warm, and their hearts were beating quickly.
Pearl’s heart skipped a few beats because when he said that, it came from the bottom of his heart, and he was dead serious
about it.
“Let’s.”
Richard didn’t react when he heard that.
“Didn’t you say you want me to chase you for us to be together?”
Pearl chuckled. “If I had to wait for that to happen, I might die of old age.”
Richard wasn’t the romantic type. She did some digging into his past relationship with his first love, and it was boring. They hadn’t even k*ssed.
Richard felt uncomfortable. “So?”
Pearl suddenly felt lethargy kicking in, so she yawned and began preparing to get into bed. “So it’s time to sleep. It’s very late now. Let’s talk about this later.”
Pearl hung up, leaving Richard feeling melancholic on the other end.
The next day, Pearl got up early in the morning and planned to see Wayne to discuss their next course of action. However, her car wouldn’t start, and she realized she had run out of gas.
This place was a bit far out, so it was impossible to get a cab. Without a car, there was no way she could leave.
“Good morning, Miss Pearl.” Raymond had also woken up early, and when he saw her looking troubled, he smiled. “What’s wrong?”
Pearl claimed nothing was wrong, but Raymond saw everything.
“Ran out of gas? It’s okay, I have a few cars I can lend you.” Raymond was generous enough to take out some keys from his front pocket and hand them to her.
Pearl took a few steps back. It’s fine, thanks.” She didn’t want to owe him a favor because she didn’t want to have anything to
do with him.
“Don’t worry, I’m not trying to take advantage of you.” Raymond found her reaction amusing and chuckled. “Take it, you
don’t need to return it.”
Pearl shook her head and was prepared to reject him again when a car honked at her gate. She looked over and saw Richard.
“What are you doing here?” She suddenly had a bigger question. “Wait, how do you know I live here?”
Richard just calmly said, “Get in, I’ll give you a ride.”
Pearl was still confused. “What?”
“I’m not going to repeat myself.”
Raymond flashed a cold smile. “Why are you interfering with Miss Pearl’s life, Mister Richard? Didn’t you kick her out?”
“I don’t think this concerns you”
Seeing how Richard was getting annoyed, Pearl quickly got into his car to defuse the tension.
Raymond stood there, still smiling, but his eyes were cold.
Pearl remained curious about how Richard had found out where she lived and why he had come to pick her up so early in the morning.
As if he could read her mind, he calmly explained, “Waldorf owns this neighborhood.”
Chapter 165
That made sense. The Waldorfs had the resources to find information about anyone.
