Chapter 21: In the Car

Despite all the thoughts running through his mind, Enzo immediately accepted the cup.

Miya picked up the other one.

Clang!

She clinked their cups together before bringing hers to her lips.

Seeing her drink, Enzo also drank the wine in his cup, feeling as though his blood were suddenly boiling. It was completely different from the taste, which was incredibly sweet without even a hint of alcohol.

After only a few moments, Enzo felt as though his head had become weightless, almost unnaturally light.

He became bolder as he looked at Miya.

Ever since he had hugged and kissed her, he had actually wanted to do it again.

But back then, it had been purely ceremonial.

Could he do it now?

What if she suddenly objected and kicked him out? That would be incredibly embarrassing.

But would she really do that? She was the one who had wanted to marry him in the first place.

"You can’t be satisfied with just looking at me," Miya suddenly said as she reached for his hand.

Enzo couldn’t resist the urge any longer. He leaned toward her curvaceous body.

He kissed her lips and wrapped his arms around her waist.

The woman didn’t simply remain passive. She wrapped her arms around his chest in return.

When Enzo sucked on her lips, he could feel her lips responding in kind.

As they looked into each other’s eyes, their bodies pressed together while they passionately kissed each other’s lips.

Of course, their movements were awkward. Enzo had never done this before, and it seemed Miya hadn’t either.

Enzo felt comfortable, pleasurable, and incredible all at once. The three sensations merged together, making his blood run hotter.

Yet even with his desire running high and his thoughts being influenced by the alcohol, he was still afraid to touch certain parts of her body.

His instincts seemed to warn him that there was always a risk of making her uncomfortable.

The kiss continued like that until Enzo finally ran out of breath.

He panted heavily and straightened his back.

To his surprise, Miya suddenly moved onto his thigh and sat there facing him.

She smiled seductively, the expression blending with her naturally cold smile. Her right hand touched Enzo’s cheek and gently caressed it.

"You know, I have everything this world can offer except a man. And only now have I realized that having a man is more satisfying than all those worldly possessions combined," she said.

Enzo didn’t know whether to laugh or cry when he heard that.

Even a woman like Miya felt this way.

"Maybe it’s because you’ve had everything the world can offer since you were born. An ordinary woman probably wouldn’t feel the same way," Enzo replied.

The Stanley Family might not focus heavily on wealth, so there were several families in City Z that were richer than them. Even so, they were still incredibly wealthy, on top of having a long history as one of the Great Families.

"Seems like it..." Miya agreed. "But the point is, your existence really satisfies me."

As she said that, her thumb touched Enzo’s lips and gently brushed across them.

There was actually a hint of curiosity in her eyes.

"Is there anything you want?" she asked.

Enzo could only show a confused expression at that.

"Don’t be too reserved. If there’s something you want, whether it’s a particular item or you want to crush someone, just tell me. Whatever you want, as long as it doesn’t involve another woman, I’ll make it happen," Miya replied.

Cough!

Enzo accidentally coughed when he heard that, causing Miya’s thumb on his lips to slip into his mouth.

The woman only giggled at that, not minding that her thumb had gotten wet with his saliva.

After all, while they had been kissing and sucking on each other’s lips, they had practically exchanged saliva anyway.

"I haven’t thought about anything other than the opportunity to learn cultivation techniques from the Stanley Family," Enzo replied.

"Learn cultivation, of course. You’re free to access our library, where all of our insights have been recorded." Miya nodded.

"What about my university?" Enzo asked.

This was actually something he wasn’t sure about either.

"That’s important, so you don’t need to quit. A person can’t grow by isolating themselves. You need to meet other people, rivals, enemies, and everything else. They can give you valuable lessons that may lead to enlightenment. Even after graduating from university, it’s important to continue doing that," Miya answered.

Hearing that, Enzo was quite happy.

He had left the decision to Miya, but he was still young, after all.

If he abandoned his normal life for a while, it might not be a problem. But over time, he would probably start feeling uncomfortable.

"Thank you," Enzo said.

His hands unconsciously moved to her slender waist.

Then, the woman’s lips moved toward his.

The sensation felt different when she pressed her face against his, making his hands instinctively begin caressing her back.

Since she was wearing an off-shoulder dress, he could directly feel the skin on her upper back.

It was incredibly soft.

Miya’s hand pressed against his chest, her fingers gently resting there.

At this point, Enzo no longer felt the age difference between them. Miya truly looked incredibly young.

The difference in age wasn’t a barrier at all. The only thing separating them was their strength.

When Enzo began running out of breath, Miya immediately stopped the kiss. She didn’t push him too hard.

She then turned her body to the side while remaining seated on his thigh, using one arm to support her back.

"Drink some more. You should finish this wine because it’s quite expensive," the woman said as she handed him his previous cup.

"Thank you..." Enzo replied and drank the wine until it was empty.

His cheeks and neck gradually turned red.

"You’re so cute," Miya said as she pinched his cheek, leaving Enzo speechless.

RING!

The sound of a phone ringing echoed through the limousine.

Miya, who had just begun teasing Enzo, knitted her brows and looked annoyed.

"How annoying," she muttered.

Of course, it wasn’t Enzo’s phone that was ringing. It was the woman’s own phone, which had been kept inside her Storage Ring.

Some of the higher-quality Storage Rings didn’t block internet signals.

Miya took out her phone, and Enzo saw the caller’s name.

More precisely, it was a video call from Little Bitch, accompanied by a photo of a beautiful, glamorous blonde woman with wavy hair.

Enzo recognized her immediately.

It was a photo of Isabel Martin.