Does she have some sort of skeleton in her closet that she doesn't want me to see?
Jake turned grouchy upon coming to that conclusion. His gaze stuck on the side of Megan's face, and he couldn't help suspecting that something was off when he saw how her eyelashes fluttered.
“Why not? I've never been to your place before, and we've already slept together, so there's nothing wrong with me going to your place,” said Jake as he retracted his hand. He was sitting in the driver's seat, and his tone was calm, but Megan sensed something off about it.
“That is just an accident. I told you. You don't need to marry me or anything,” said Megan.
She was getting more and more impatient and was glaring at Jake with displeasure.
She didn't want him to get out of the car because she didn't want anyone snapping a photo of them together. If she was alone, she could lie and say that her friend dropped her off.
Unfortunately, Jake had completely misread the situation and had imagined a much more complicated situation.
“Did you just say that you don't need me to marry you? When have I ever said that I'd marry you?” challenged Jake. He saw how strange she was being, and that got him to lose his temper. His eyes shone with discrimination when he said those hurtful insults.
A single nonchalant sentence and one distant expression were all it took. Megan felt like a bucket of ice water had just drenched her.
Ah, so I was overthinking it.
Megan grinned mockingly at herself. She didn't think she'd be able to get together with a man as cruel as him.
She instinctively clenched her fists while inside the car and pushed away the immense anger and sorrow within herself. She tried to remain calm when she replied, “If that's the case, then you definitely have no reason to go to my place. Let's never meet again, Mr. Wilson.”
Megan was angry, and Jake didn't need to turn around to know that. The change in the aura in the car was that obvious.
He didn't understand why she was angry, though. She was the one who thinks less of me and started to act up. I haven't even gotten mad at that. Why is she angry instead? Did she act this way to make it seem like she is right?
Jake didn't want to waste any more time trying to decipher what that woman was thinking. He turned around and got a plane ticket from the pocket of his coat. He was distant when he tossed the ticket over and informed, “This is the air ticket to Queenston Village. Free up your time next week and fly over with me.”
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