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Chapter 4 Be Good

  • “Y-Young Master Ziven, something seems… seems amiss with soon-to-be Young Mistress Meyer.” Yoel, who was driving, sneaked a peek at the rear-view mirror.
  • Ziven lowered his head and glanced at Arielle, only to see that she’d straddled him while he was otherwise distracted.
  • A screech sounded as Yoel’s hand trembled, and the car almost hit the pedestrian refuge island. How brazen! This is simply too impudent! No woman has ever dared grope Young Master Ziven! I just hope Young Mistress Meyer won’t be thrown out of the car!
  • Squinting, Arielle stared at the man’s handsome countenance, her breath rapid and tormented.
  • Conversely, Ziven was still as cold as ever. He placed his long fingers on her chin before tightening his grip and lifting her petite face. “Who set you up?” Today is our engagement day, and while I have no feelings for this fiancée of mine, setting up my fiancée is tantamount to challenging me! His eyes narrowed, and a glimmer of menace flashed across his eyes. “Was it the two men earlier?”
  • However, Arielle wasn’t in the mood to answer his question. Breaking free from his grip, she suddenly planted a kiss on him…
  • Again, Yoel’s hands shook, and he almost lost control of the steering wheel once more.
  • “Arielle Grace, do you know what you’re doing?” Ziven pushed her away a second time, cracks finally appearing on his eternally frozen expression. How dare she kiss me? This woman is truly audacious! “How dare you? You—” His voice abruptly cut off at her kiss.
  • Ziven clutched her shoulders with both hands to push her away, but her kiss was unexpectedly delightful. However, he quickly realized that the girl in his arms was a ticking time bomb. He again restrained her hands, but this time, his voice was a touch husky. “Stay still!”
  • Despite his order, she wasn’t at all obedient. Ziven sucked in a breath, the usually calm and collected man slightly frustrated at this moment. “Find a place to stop!”
  • Yoel broke out in cold sweat as panic swamped him. Before he could find a suitable place to stop, he accidentally glanced at the rear-view mirror, only to see that Arielle was throwing a tantrum.
  • Her sanity was wholly gone, and her face was so red that it seemed to be on the verge of flaming. As Ziven clocked it all, a surge of sympathy actually welled within his cold heart. His massive palms fell, and he held her petite hands. “Be good and stay still.” In the next moment, he swept a chilling glance toward the front. “Keep watching if you want your eyes gouged out.”
  • His voice was mild, but Yoel was so unnerved that his shirt was drenched. “Oh… I’ll… look away…” Young Mistress Meyer’s hands are still on Young Master Ziven! Surprise inundated him. And Young Master Ziven actually… allowed it despite his usual aversion of women! If I don’t get out of the car soon, I’ll catch fire and explode anytime as the third wheel here!