Daisy Bell originally saw that the situation was off, grabbed an empty wine bottle and prepared to act at the right moment, but then she heard Tanya Sinclair’s words. She was immensely relieved. It seems her Tanya really let go of that jerk! Vincent Hawthorne stifled the surge of emotions within him, striving to make his tone sound as if nothing had happened, as if by doing so he could deceive himself into erasing everything that had just transpired. "Tanya, stop messing around. Let’s go home and talk." He stood up, wanting to pull Tanya Sinclair away, but Julian Poole moved faster, alertly shielding Tanya Sinclair behind him. Julian’s pull wasn’t strong, but Tanya’s foot had probably twisted a moment ago, and the sudden pain made her stagger back two steps, unsure of what she stepped on, she almost fell... Just at that critical moment, suddenly all the lights in the bar went out, plunging everyone into chaotic darkness! In the confusion, someone approached from behind. Tanya smelled the scent on the man – the burning incense of a temple mixed with the wildness of tobacco. Such a familiar scent... Before Tanya could recall, she was suddenly lifted horizontally by someone and briskly carried out. She instinctively struggled. Amidst the chaos, a wine bottle flew from an unknown corner, and Tanya instinctively shrank. But the man reacted even faster, slightly turning his body and kicking the bottle away. "Why panic?" The man chuckled lightly, his chest slightly vibrating with laughter, "With me here, how could you get hurt?" Tanya was uncertain moments ago, but upon hearing the voice, she knew for sure. As they spoke, Declan was already carrying Tanya Sinclair out through the back door. A convertible sports car was parked by the roadside. Declan, tall and long-legged, bent down and directly tossed Tanya Sinclair into the passenger seat. "Declan, what are you doing? Let me out." Declan locked the car door directly, answering her with action. Using his long legs, he supported the car door with one hand and jumped straight into the driver’s seat. His peripheral vision briefly scanned Tanya Sinclair’s twisted ankle, already swollen. "Where do you think you can go ? Or..." Declan steadied the steering wheel and glanced sideways at her. The man’s eyes were exceedingly deep, impossible to gauge his emotions, but his tone was as cool as the breeze, leisurely finishing his sentence. "Do you want to stay there, getting pulled and torn between two men?" Such an unbearable scene did not escape Declan’s eyes. He must be feeling smug. During those university years, he would always oppose her, constantly provoke her, and now seeing her in such a pitiful and embarrassing state, while he has become her client. Declan was probably so delighted he would go home and pop a bottle of champagne tonight. Tanya turned her eyes away, her voice calm and gentle, "If you came to laugh at me, watch me make a fool of myself, then you’ve seen enough by now." She said, "Declan, I’m very tired today. If you want to humiliate me, can it be another day?" Under the moonlight, her delicately crafted side profile revealed an aura of fatigue. "..." Declan’s dark eyes flickered with a trace of empathy, quickly settling like a stone in a deep pond, leaving no ripples. His gaze darted over Tanya’s glaringly white legs. Her skirt was already short, with tiny fringes at the bottom that, due to Tanya’s movements, further shrank upwards, and those fringes swayed in the wind, unable to cover anything... almost reaching the root of her thighs. Declan gathered his eyesight, sidestepping the white in his periphery. He casually took off his jacket. Tanya gathered herself, just about to ask Declan to open the car door, when suddenly she felt a weight on her legs – the man’s large jacket had directly landed on them, its residual warmth quickly enveloped her exposed skin. Late to notice, Tanya saw the uncovered part of her thigh, her skirt nearly slipping off... Her face flushed, and disregarding the fact it was Declan’s clothing, she immediately wrapped her legs tightly with it. Declan’s lips curled into a slight smile, casually reminding her: "Put on your seatbelt." "Declan, I..." Tanya just opened her mouth to refuse. Declan raised the car roof, hit the accelerator, and charged out. The sense of weightlessness produced by the top-tier sports car’s instantaneous speed gave Tanya a rollercoaster-like sensation. She obediently fastened the seatbelt, and during these two seconds, she didn’t see Vincent Hawthorne, who had just chased out from the bar’s back door. But Declan saw it all clearly. No emotion could be seen on his face, but the faster the car sped, the more it revealed the man’s displeasure inside. Tonight, Declan came here to sleep. Zion Monroe mentioned a masquerade ball at ’Fantasy’ tonight, with lots of people coming, so Declan reserved a corner spot, put on a hat, and prepared to sleep. Until, he heard Tanya Sinclair’s name mentioned by the people beside him. He lifted the brim of his hat for a glimpse and with just one look, all drowsiness vanished... Thinking about how Tanya, like a ragdoll, was being pulled and tugged earlier... Declan pressed his tongue against one side of his cheek, and along with the accelerating car speed, the brutal rage inside him roared more intensely. If not for the fear of scaring her, tonight would not have ended with just a power outage at the bar. Tanya’s voice, tinged with unease, pulled Declan’s thoughts back. "You’re driving too fast, you’re speeding." The speed was so fast that the street scenes at the roadside blurred into continuous illusory shadows, and she was genuinely a bit scared. "This road, the traffic police are very strict... they catch you, it’s twelve points deducted!" She brought up the traffic police to try to scare him. Declan Pierce glanced casually at the road ahead and said offhandedly, "No worries, I don’t have a license so they can’t dock me." "Huh?!" Tanya Sinclair’s look of horror made Declan Pierce chuckle to himself. "Just kidding, you’ll believe anything." The car finally slowed down. After a quiet drive for a while, the car stopped at the zebra crossing, waiting for the red light. Declan Pierce turned his head to look at her, and Tanya Sinclair was still holding onto the seatbelt across her chest. Red dress, black hair, snow-white skin, a face like a blossom. She didn’t realize she was as stunning as an honorable fairy, capable of captivating anyone. "Declan, can I borrow your phone for a bit?" Tanya Sinclair was a bit anxious. "My bag and phone are with Daisy Bell, she’ll be worried if she can’t find me." The green light came on, and Declan Pierce turned the wheel, drove into a side road, and pulled over. As Declan Pierce got out of the car, he casually tossed his phone to her. Tanya Sinclair didn’t care where he was going, she took Declan’s phone and called Daisy Bell. It connected immediately. "Who is it?" Daisy Bell sounded annoyed, clearly worried sick. Hearing Tanya Sinclair’s voice, Daisy Bell instantly quieted down. "Tanya, where are you?" "I..." Tanya Sinclair was at a loss for how to explain, should she say she was with Declan? That seemed even harder to explain. She decided to keep it brief, "Things got too chaotic back there, so I left first. I happened to run into a familiar friend at the entrance who’s giving me a ride home. You can meet me at my apartment, it’s across from the Westgard Pharmaceuticals Tower, Building 1, Unit 1, Apartment 1202..." "Alright. It’s a good thing you left. Vincent Hawthorne was having a fit when he couldn’t find you!" Tanya Sinclair: "...How is he now?" Daisy Bell: "A few people from the private room came out, saying they were his friends. One of them, named Cody Crawford, took him home." Tanya Sinclair paused and didn’t ask more about Vincent Hawthorne. "By the way, where’s Julian Poole?" She felt really guilty about him getting hit by Vincent because of her. "Oh, he went out looking for you. Hold on, I’ll go find him and let him know you’re heading home." "Okay, I’m hanging up now. See you at my place later." After hanging up, Tanya Sinclair glanced out of the window unconsciously and saw Declan Pierce crossing the road, carrying a bag. Declan was someone with a troublesome personality, but Tanya had to admit, his looks were overindulgently favored by God. Looking as good as he does, even crossing the street felt like walking the red carpet, with the street lamps turning into spotlights. Tanya Sinclair watched Declan Pierce approach, walk around to her side, and open the passenger door. Only then did she see that he was holding a bag of medicine for treating bruises and sprains. Tanya Sinclair couldn’t help but be a little stunned. "Did you... go buy medicine for me?" Declan Pierce had already taken out a bottle of herbal massage oil from the bag and loosened the cap. "The vendor said to use this first to loosen the blood clots." He rested one hand on the car roof, looking down at her, his long lashes half-concealing his eyes, showing no emotion, only asking her, "Mind if I help you?" The night breeze blew in coolly, and Declan Pierce unintentionally shifted a bit, shielding her from the wind. Tanya Sinclair looked at the open bottle of medicinal alcohol in his hand, then at her swollen ankle, taking several seconds to absorb what he meant with his question. He was asking if she’d mind, him helping her apply the medicine... "No need, I can do it myself." She politely declined. Declan Pierce didn’t say much else either, just opened the lid, handed her the medicinal alcohol, and then a disposable glove. She instinctively thought he was worried she’d dirty his car. After all, even someone like her who didn’t know much about cars, could tell this one was expensive. Tanya Sinclair struggled to stretch her sprained foot out of the car door, poured some of the medicinal alcohol, and started rubbing it into the bruise. Declan Pierce leaned against the car door, in his peripheral vision, her glossy and smooth foot, so tiny it might not even be as large as his palm. For more chapters visit novel⁂fire.net Then maybe she pressed too hard and it hurt. Tanya Sinclair held back, letting out a barely noticeable moan. Declan Pierce averted his gaze, a strange restlessness in his throat. He wasn’t addicted to smoking, yet now he had a strong urge to smoke. But when he reached into his pocket, he remembered the cigarettes were in the car. She didn’t like the smell of smoke either, so Declan just let it go. A few minutes passed. Tanya Sinclair’s clear and clean voice came from behind. The bruise had been worked out. She would apply needles when she got home, and it wouldn’t affect her going to work on Monday. Declan Pierce got back into the car. "Hungry?" he asked casually, looking at her. "No..." Tanya Sinclair was about to deny it, but her stomach grumbled at the wrong moment. The car was very quiet, making the sound especially clear. Tanya Sinclair: "..."