Jorge Saxton doesn't let that woman sit in his passenger seat?
Even though Jorge Saxton is a neat freak, surely not to this extent, right? Not letting anyone sit in the passenger seat?
Wait... didn't she sit there last time?
Lydia Brooke's fingers on the steering wheel felt a bit stiff...
After the two cars passed each other, with Lydia Brooke's car no longer in sight, Jorge Saxton, displaying gentlemanly manners, brought Ember Wilson to the bus station sign, hailed a taxi for her, handed the driver a hundred yuan to take Ember Wilson home, and then stepped into his own car.
"Young Master Saxton, aren't we going somewhere else to hang out today?" Ember Wilson rolled down the car window, her voice somewhat anxious.
"I have things to deal with."
Jorge Saxton dropped that sentence and drove off his own way.
With Lydia Brooke's car silhouette gone, there was no need for him to put on an act.
