Fated love: the unwanted bride

Chapter 741: Chapter 741: She Didn’t Mess Around with Men Less

The car’s interior light was on, casting a shimmering, hazy glow.

Lilac Serval squinted at his profile.

He hadn’t changed much. He remained strikingly handsome but the edges of his features had become even sharper.

“Brother McIntosh, I’ll be honest, I don’t enjoy seeing you.” Lilac Serval propped her head up and looked at him, “Please let me out of this car. I don’t want to go to the bar anymore.”

“You think I believe that?”

As their eyes met, tension sparked in the air like a powder keg.

“So what do you propose to do? In these past five years, I’ve frequented bars and hung out with men in London. Will you chase me there to control me?”

Charles McIntosh’s grip tightened on the steering wheel, his knuckles were white.@@novelbin@@

“Brother McIntosh, we’ve just run into each other by chance here. I’ll be leaving in a few days, why bother catching up?” Lilac Serval spoke with relentless precision.

She knew what her only advantage was in his presence.

Charles was a reserved man while she could effortlessly overpower him with her words.

And in this aspect, she could sometimes win.

Charles stayed quiet, with numerous hidden chills and sharpness in his gaze.

“Brother McIntosh, tell me what you want exactly.” Lilac Serval suddenly became impatient, “I’ve agreed to come out with you, but you’re not speaking nor driving. What’s the matter? Have you missed me much in these past five years?”

As soon as she said the words, a subtle glimmer flickered in Charles’ eyes.

He turned his head away, not looking at her anymore.

His hand on the steering wheel gradually turning white.

“What an annoyance.” Lilac Serval frowned coldly, tapping on the car glass, “Open the door!”

She noisily drummed on the car door, not bothering about manners at all.

“Little Lilac, are you living alone now?” At last, Charles McIntosh’s placid voice rose again.

“Why should I live alone? Then who would warm my bed at night?” Lilac laughed, “Especially in this freezing weather, even more so in Landon, I certainly need a bed partner.”

Charles furrowed his brow.

He knew he was no match for Lilac when it came to verbal sparring.

The way she had in the past, with a quick, witty tongue, seemed even sharper now and came into play.

“You’re a girl. You should better take care of yourself.” Charles McIntosh advised lightly.

“Don’t worry, I always take necessary precautions.”

Charles’s face fell, looking outright grim.

“Brother McIntosh, you didn’t bring me into this car with some ulterior motive, did you? Sorry to say, I have no interest in you. When I choose a bed partner, I consider their face. I prefer younger ones, so tender they could be squeezed out. Oh yes, like the boy you just saw, he’s nicknamed Little Eleven. While I’m in Landon, I’ve been with him.”

“We met in a bar a few days ago, and it was love at first sight. He’s just 20 years old this year, didn’t go to college, and he has quite a gentle temper. He’s exactly my type.”

Lilac continued, regardless of Charles’ attitude.

When she got bored, she twirled a finger in her hair absent-mindedly, gazing out through the car window.

“However, Brother McIntosh, I’m no match for you. If you wanted to do anything to me, I wouldn’t be able to resist. Just like five years ago, when you wanted to pair me off with another man, I hardly dared utter a ‘no’, because I was no match for you.”

Charles’s heart stopped for a beat.

An indescribable feeling spread through his heart like the sting of silver needles, piercing at it.

“Little Lilac, stay in Landon.” Charles McIntosh responded softly.

“Why should I stay in this unfamiliar place? And it’s so chilly in winter here, I don’t like it at all, even got a cold. I have friends in London, what do I have here?”