Traces of warmth flashed through Selina's eyes.
"I'll be leaving now, then. Take good care of your mother."
Dylan nodded, and guilt flashed across his face.
Selina munched on the bagel as she walked out of the residential area where Missha lived.
She had a lot of things on her mind.
That day, Dylan had brought her to meet Missha, which had ended up giving her the shock of her life.
Selina was still immersed in her own thoughts when she suddenly heard the loud screeching of car brakes.
Selina looked up and was stunned.
A silver Maybach had halted right in front of her, and it had almost bumped into her.
Selina felt a surge of anger. "Hey, what's the matter? Do you even know how to drive?"
The door opened, and out came a pair of long legs.
The man in front of her was dressed in a sleek black suit, and a dignified aura exuded from him.
He looked charming, and a faint smile tugged at the corners of his mouth.
"Miss Selina, you're the one eating with your head lowered while walking on the road. So is it really because of my poor driving skills, or is it because you aren't even looking at where you walk, hm?" The man questioned playfully.
Selina was stunned.
The man in front of her was Matthew.
"Matthew, it's you." The anger in Selina instantly dissipated.
It turned out to be someone she knew.
"Your driving skills aren't anything to brag about, though," mocked Selina.
Matthew did not take it seriously.
He smiled meaningfully. "My driving skills are indeed nothing to brag about. Why don't you become my coach and teach me how to ride, hm?"
There was a vague ambiguity in his words.
Selina wouldn't have thought too much about it if his words didn't sound so flirty.
However, since they were, Selina knew that his words were not as simple as they seemed. There had to be a hidden meaning behind it.
What did it mean, though? A dim glint flashed through Selina's eyes.
Realization suddenly dawned upon her.
Matthew was an experienced driver, after all. She was being toyed with.
She quirked the corner of her lips. "Matthew, I've never driven a car before. If you want to find someone to teach you how to ride, you should find another woman who has just as experienced as you."
Matthew narrowed his eyes slightly. "What if I tell you that I'm inexperienced in this aspect, and I haven't even done it before? Would you believe me?"
Her smirk grew wider.
He was seriously skilled at telling lies.
He was saying that he had no experience? Did he think Selina was some kindergartener?
Men like Matthew were both handsome and rich. How could he have no experience when he was already in his thirties?
What's more, since he was such a flirty guy, he must have plenty of experience.
Selina smiled. "I believe you. How could I not believe your words when you can lie so smoothly?"
Matthew was rendered speechless.
He cleared his throat. "You like bagels?"
This brat was seriously eloquent. Every time he teased her, he would be met by a bombshell of a comeback.
"Yeah," she said, and took another big bite of the bagel.
The truth was, she didn't really like bagels. She only liked it because Dylan had bought it for her.
Meanwhile, Matthew's stare was deep.
It was then Selina's turn to be rendered speechless.
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