Chapter 16- rule
"You... you’re crazy..." Janet’s beautiful eyes widened as she stared at his handsome face, which seemed harmless but hid a dangerous smile. Stepping backward, she tried to distance herself from him. Why did it feel like, even though they were meeting for the first time today, he already knew her for a long time?
"The woman who drove me crazy... you’re the first!" Manfred continued to advance toward her. As Janet waved her arms, trying to create distance between them, a familiar voice came from behind, "Janet?"
August emerged from the dark corner. Seeing Manfred closing in on her, he promptly stepped forward, placed an arm around Janet’s waist, and gently pulled her into his embrace. In the dim light, his gaze softened in an almost unbelievable way. "Let’s go."
The two locked eyes, and gradually, an ambiguous spark seemed to ignite between them. As light from two directions illuminated them from both the left and right, Janet didn’t notice the expression on the man in front of her. She was more curious about how August had ended up here.
Manfred’s eyes locked onto the hand August had placed on Janet’s shoulder, and his gaze slowly turned cold. He reached up with his left hand, casually touching the earring in his left ear.
"Manfred, hurry up, I can’t hold it any longer!" As they moved away from the private room, Janet heard one of Simon’s friends shout from inside, sounding a bit drunk.
"I’m coming!" Manfred’s muffled curses could be heard as he responded. By then, Janet had already been led out of the bar by August. As they stepped through the door, a chill wind rushed in, causing Janet to shiver instinctively. It wasn’t the cold that made her shudder but the inexplicable, penetrating chill that seemed to seep into her skin.
"August..." Janet managed to say his name as she climbed into his car. She remembered Charles’s warning earlier that day, telling her to stay away from August. But she hadn’t expected they would run into each other twice today!
"Returning home late on your first night of marriage doesn’t seem appropriate," August’s warm smile curled at the corner of his lips as he expertly drove in the direction of Snowpeak Villa.