After speaking, Isabelle Willow walked out directly. Isabelle Willow didn’t want to stay in the cafe anymore. Just seeing him with Jenny together made her heart feel suffocated and faintly ache, so she took her bag, hugged her books and design sketches, and left. Standing on the street, Isabelle Willow began to hail a taxi, but this section of the road was difficult for hailing taxis as several cabs whizzed past. At this moment, a black luxury car slowly stopped, and the passenger seat window slid down, revealing a familiar face — it was Jenny. Jenny looked at Isabelle Willow and smiled, "Mrs. Crawford, get in. We can give you a ride." Isabelle Willow lifted her gaze, looking past Jenny to the man in the driver’s seat. Jude Crawford was driving, with his large hands resting on the steering wheel, sleeves of his gray shirt rolled up twice, exposing his sturdy wrists and a premium steel watch — the allure of a mature man. Perhaps sensing her gaze, he also turned slightly to glance at her indifferently. ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇ ꜰʀᴏᴍ 𝕟𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕝⚑𝕗𝕚𝕣𝕖⚑𝕟𝕖𝕥 Isabelle Willow had left the cafe to avoid these two people, but unexpectedly, she ran into them here, unable to escape the magical circle. She couldn’t comprehend the extent of Jenny’s mental strength, to be able to call her Mrs. Crawford with an unchanged face and invite her into the car. However, she was unwilling. "No need, I’ll get a cab myself. You guys can leave," Isabelle Willow refused. Jude Crawford looked at the woman outside the window; she was just like years ago, hugging a book, with an ethereal presence. The evening breeze scattered the hem of her dress; she stood under the dim streetlights, raising her hand to tuck a few strands of scattered hair behind her ear. Indeed, a northern beauty, isolated from the world. She was unwilling to get into his car and walked a few steps aside, avoiding them. "Jude, it seems Mrs. Crawford doesn’t want to get in the car," Jenny said at this moment. Jude Crawford’s expression didn’t waver much; he just lightly pressed his thin lips together and then reversed the luxury car a bit. Isabelle Willow suddenly noticed the luxury car had come beside her again, and in the next second, a deep voice reached her ears, "Get in, don’t make me say it a second time." Every word he said was so authoritative that it left no room for argument. Isabelle Willow’s eyelashes trembled; she looked at his stern features, fraught with gloom and displeasure — not someone easily dealt with. Isabelle Willow furrowed her brows, "I said I won’t get in the car, you should take Miss Lee home..." Jude Crawford glanced at her, then directly opened the driver’s door and quickly walked to her side, reaching out a large hand to grab her arm and opened the back door to push her inside. Isabelle Willow knew he was used to being forceful; his actions of getting out, grabbing her, and pushing her inside the car were simply smooth, without the slightest pause. She was angry too, gripping the car door and unwilling to get in, "Jude Crawford, do you not understand human language? I will not get in the car!" The street was full of vehicles, and the two of them were stuck at the car side, Jude Crawford trying to push her into the car, while Isabelle Willow was unwilling to go inside, trying to escape. Yet his deep and tall body blocked the way outside, causing her to keep bumping into his embrace. Their bodies kept colliding. Jude Crawford’s eyes darkened, almost being warmed up by her; he furrowed his sword-like brows, "Isabelle Willow, where are you bumping into?" Isabelle Willow froze, only then realizing how close the two were, practically sticking together. She retreated a step in panic, but as she loosened her grip, the books and design sketches she was holding fell to the ground. The design sketches were blown open, and the papers quickly scattered everywhere. "My design sketches!" Isabelle Willow cried out and wanted to pick them up. But Jude Crawford blocked her, "Get in the car." He reached out and shoved her inside. Isabelle Willow wanted to get out of the car, but with a "ding," the car door was already locked, leaving her stuck at the window. Because Jude Crawford didn’t immediately get back into the car; he bent down his straight body and started to pick up each of the design sketches one by one for her. Regardless of whether he was once the Crown Prince of the Crawford family that dominated the entire City of Aethelgard or a creator of legendary business myths, he had never stooped down before. But now, he was lowering himself, helping her pick up those design sketches on the bustling street. Isabelle Willow’s fingertips quickly curled up; she and Jude Crawford were no longer young, having walked through half their lives, entangled all these years, yet she and he were still standing in place. She didn’t know how many times, she’d risen while watching his shoulders stained with the storms, wanting to reach out and embrace him. Just like now, she wanted to get out of the car, run over, and tightly hug him from behind. Isabelle Willow’s fair eyes suddenly reddened. By this time, Jude Crawford had picked up all the design sketches, turned back, and opened the back door, "Your design sketches." He handed the design sketches to her, but in the next second, he bumped into her eyes that were red, with shimmering mist rising inside, as if she was about to cry. Jude Crawford’s hand paused. Isabelle Willow knew she had lost control; she didn’t want him to see her weakness. She reached out to take the design sketches, "Thank you." Jude Crawford didn’t leave, but instead blocked the car side with his tall figure. Isabelle Willow looked up at him, only to see his large hand supporting on the door edge, his deep and narrow eyes were looking at her reddened eyes. Soon, he raised his hand, nearing her face... Isabelle Willow turned her head, avoiding his large hand. Jude Crawford’s hand was left hanging in mid-air, he looked at her avoiding demeanor, furrowed his brows heavily, then closed the car door and returned to the driver’s seat. The luxury car sped away. Inside the lavish car cabin, Isabelle Willow sat in the back seat, Jenny sat in the front passenger seat, Isabelle Willow didn’t speak throughout, trying to reduce her presence. "Jude, you should first take Mrs. Crawford home, then send me home. You can come up to my place, have a cup of tea tonight." Jenny smiled. Isabelle Willow felt a tight grip in her heart, Jenny inviting Jude Crawford to come over for a cup of tea in the late evening, everyone knew that when a woman invites a man upstairs at night, it definitely isn’t just for tea. Had he already progressed to this point with Jenny? Isabelle Willow curled her fingers; he probably would go, after all, he is a normal man with needs in all aspects, now with the demure and gentle Jenny proactively inviting him, how could he refuse? Isabelle Willow looked up forward, he was driving, eyes straight ahead, the city’s dazzling neon lights reflected off the polished car windows onto his well-structured handsome profile, irresistibly charming. "Alright, I’ll go." This time Isabelle Willow heard Jude Crawford answering. Jenny’s eyes lit up, quickly grips his large hand, "That’s wonderful, Jude." Jude Crawford didn’t refuse Jenny’s hand grasping onto his; instead, he wrapped it into his own, placing her hand on his firm thigh.