Chapter 1631 - 1270: Mmm... I’m Not Afraid, I’m Not Scared

Chapter 1631: Chapter 1270: Mmm... I’m Not Afraid, I’m Not Scared

Once she got in the car, she ended up falling right into his arms.

The bare skin that wasn’t covered, separated only by a thin layer of fabric, pressed against his chest.

She was wearing a top-tier custom cocktail dress; it didn’t exactly show off a ton of skin, but her arms and collarbones were all exposed to the air.

At this distance, she could clearly feel his heartbeat thumping, thumping, like it was about to leap out of his chest.

"Taking you somewhere."

His hand naturally slid around to the small of her back.

"Where are we going?" Her skin flushed red, and she quickly wriggled out of his embrace, refusing to keep sitting on his lap.

He was a hot-blooded man, after all—how was she supposed to handle that?!!

But even when she scooted over by the window, doing her best to put as much distance between them as possible, she still couldn’t escape his clutches.

The man leaned in again, like he was holding his own woman, calmly resting his hand at her waist as he spoke in a soft, teasing voice: "Don’t be scared."

What a silly woman.

What’s she so scared of him for!

"Mm, I... I’m not scared!"

"Really not scared?" He tilted his head, eyes half-squinting as he looked at her.

"I’m not scared! How could I possibly be scared of you..." I mean, back at the bar she’d almost smashed his head in with a beer bottle...

Though she did get the punishment she deserved for that, and dragged Eva Nightingale down with her, too.

"If you’re not scared, then dare you come a little closer to me?" The tail end of his sentence arched slightly upward. "Hmm?"

"What’s there to be scared of!" She pouted her red lips and leaned straight toward him.

Who’d have thought she’d walk right into his trap.

Her red lips were caught accurately in his large hand, and then Arthur Easton’s exclusive scent wrapped around her completely...

"Mmph...!"

The driver up front seemed to sense that something was off.

He was a grown man too—just hearing those lingering, suggestive sounds while the car stayed still, he knew exactly what they meant.

The driver didn’t dare turn around, nor look at the center rearview mirror.

He just focused one hundred percent on driving.

The whole car was saturated with the taste of desire.

Even the air itself turned sultry.

Charlotte Knight had never realized this man’s arms were so strong. She’d trained in taekwondo; ordinary men couldn’t lay a hand on her, yet in front of this man she couldn’t muster even half her strength.

In the end, she simply surrendered to the skill of his kiss.

They say when a man loves a woman, the first thing he wants is to kiss her; once he’s kissed her, that means she’s his woman!

Maybe that’s what he was thinking too?

If there hadn’t been that bar kidnapping incident back then, if Lucas Knight hadn’t been provoked into rage and taken a bunch of his boys to Bali Island to stab Arthur Easton’s brother over twenty times, the two families wouldn’t have become mortal enemies...

In that case, Charlotte Knight and Arthur Easton might have been a perfectly matched couple—talented man, beautiful woman—instead of this twisted mess where they’re catching feelings for their sworn enemy!

The twelve doors of the luxury car shut, and it drove off.

Meanwhile, at the entrance of Lanwan Elegance Residence.

A young woman dressed head to toe in designer brands glared viciously at the departing car: Hmph!! Charlotte Knight, you’re dead!

Several other wealthy heiresses clustered around her, all curious. "Bethany, doesn’t Charlotte Knight not have a boyfriend? She never brings a date to any of our parties..."

Bethany Knight scoffed. "Exactly, so just now she was definitely seducing a married man."