Aunt Clare laughed and shook her head, answering the phone for Rebecca Quentin. "Hello, Mr. Geoffrey... Yes, Becca’s here. She’ll be down shortly. Alright, goodbye." As soon as Aunt Clare hung up, Becca huffed, "Why didn’t you tell him I’m staying the night at home?" "My dear young lady, if you stay here tonight, I might not be able to sleep... Go down, don’t keep him waiting." "Go on, go on..." Aunt Clare pushed Becca toward the door. "I won’t let you stay tonight, but you’re always welcome to come back." Outside the apartment building, Becca spotted an expensive car parked by the roadside from a distance. However, she pretended not to see it and walked in the opposite direction. The car promptly started and began to follow her. Becca quickened her pace, but a car can always catch up with a person... So when the car caught up with Becca, Howard Geoffrey exited the car and embraced her from behind. "Let go of me!" Becca retorted angrily. Howard playfully pecked Becca’s cheek. "If you do, I can’t guarantee what I’ll do to you in public." Although the street was not too busy at this late hour, there were plenty of drivers who slowed down to watch their public display of affection. Feeling helpless, Becca lowered her voice in embarrassment, "You rascal!" Knowing what Becca was annoyed about, Howard explained, "I’ve been dealing with business at the company until just now. I didn’t realize it was already eleven o’clock." "I don’t want to hear your explanation." Becca couldn’t bring herself to forgive him. Howard admitted his mistake. "Alright, I was wrong. Baby, can we talk about this at home?" "I don’t want to talk to someone who cannot keep his word... You said you’d come pick me up at eight, but I waited until eleven and you never came..." Becca’s voice cracked as she grew more upset. Howard kissed Becca’s earlobe, whispering in a husky voice, "I promise this won’t happen again. Please forgive me this time." Resisting the ticklish sensation, Becca remained silent, turning her head aside. Seeing that tactic wasn’t working, Howard simply hoisted Becca up in his arms. Becca screamed. Her petite body struggled in Howard’s embrace. "Hey... let me go... let go... there are people around..." Indeed, more and more drivers were slowing down to watch, seemingly fascinated by the young couple arguing. Ignoring the onlookers, Howard swept Becca into his car. In the end, despite Becca’s protest, the car sped off. Twenty minutes later, Howard pulled over. Becca, who had been staring out the window, turned to him when she saw the car stop, puzzled. "Why are we stopping here?" Howard casually answered, "Fewer people around." Becca failed to understand. "So what?" The next moment, Howard was out of the car. He opened her door and lifted her from the passenger seat. Before Becca could process what was happening, he had carried her into the backseat and locked the doors with a single, fluid motion. Thinking he had something to say, she yawned, "Mr. Geoffrey, I waited for you all night and I’m really tired... I want to sleep..." Unexpectedly, at that moment Howard hoisted Becca onto his lap, his hand on her waist. Becca’s drowsy mind suddenly cleared, and she realized what he intended to do in the car. Becca slapped at the man beneath her. "Hey, stop it, there are still cars passing by!" He kissed her neck, his words muffled, "Becca, I can’t wait..." On the drive back to the hotel, Becca didn’t dare look at the man beside her. I really wish I could hide my face! It just won’t stop blushing! Heavens, she had actually cooperated with him! They had plenty of physical contact since they first met, yet this was her first time... Ugh, in a car, so unrestrained. She really couldn’t think of a better term for it. By the time they got back to the hotel it was late at night. After the physical activity earlier, Becca was drowsily leaning against Howard’s chest.