Chapter 5 The Man You Don't Want to Mess With

• "Don't mention that 'home' in front of me! I've not had a home for ages. Ever since two years ago when you chose to be with Ruth, and my dad threw me out of the country overnight, I've not had a home anymore!" Celia exclaimed angrily.
• Sylas shuddered all over, his cold expression finally fading away. He opened his mouth as if to speak, but he hesitated. After a long while, he said in a hoarse voice, "Celia, we all have been very concerned about you these past two years, especially Ruth—"
• "Shut up! You're always defending Ruth, that b*tch," Celia interrupted him angrily. "Sylas, you don't have to pretend to be sympathetic and speak up for her. I've already seen through your true colors. Ha! I was so naive back then, thinking you were the one person on earth I could trust. Now that I think about it, that idea was simply ridiculous!" she said with a laugh.
• She was in the prime of life now, being tall and slender with delicate features and expressive eyes. The plain dress she wore accentuated her pristine beauty, and her smile was stunningly beautiful.
• However, that smile was now tinged with sarcasm.
• Sylas' expression froze, his eyes filled with a mixture of emotions as he looked at her. For a long while, he found himself unable to say anything.
• Not wanting to waste any more time with him, Celia dragged her suitcase and turned around to leave once again.
• Sylas held onto her, refusing to let go. "Celia, no matter what you say, you must come back with me today!"
• Celia was infuriated. Just then, out of the corner of her eye, she caught sight of a man nearby about to get into a car. Just as he opened the door, she ran toward the car without hesitation, leaving her suitcase behind. "Go back by yourself!"
• "Celia!"
• Ignoring Sylas' cries of shock and anger from behind, Celia rushed straight into the car.
• As the door slammed shut, she paid no attention to the figure sitting next to her. She tapped the front seat and urged the driver, "Come on, man, hurry and start driving!"
• The driver looked at her in astonishment, unable to react for a moment.
• "Hurry up!" Seeing Sylas chasing after her, Celia became even more anxious. She urged, "Come on, Sir, do me a favor and save my life, okay? I'll pay you the fare later. Please, I'm begging you!"
• The driver broke out in a cold sweat, hesitating as he glanced at the man sitting beside Celia.
• The man's expression was tense, and his eyes narrowed, giving off an unpleasant and dangerous vibe.
• The driver trembled in fear. He was about to refuse Celia, but before he could say anything, the man suddenly instructed him to start driving.
• He nodded and quickly started the car.
• Soon, the car smoothly hit the road, leaving Sylas far behind.
• Celia withdrew her gaze and almost slumped entirely into her seat. I'm not that good with words, after all. Just a few minutes of verbal exchange nearly drained all my energy.
• She could not help but curl her lips into a self-deprecating smirk, brushing aside the thought of Sylas and what had just happened. Only then did she take a moment to observe her surroundings.
• Right now, she was sitting in a spacious and clean compartment featuring a luxurious yet understated style and decor that reflected the car owner's taste. If I'm not mistaken, I think I've caught a glimpse of a Maybach logo before getting into the car.
• Just as she realized she had gotten into an unusual car, she felt a dangerous presence looming from the side. She quickly turned her head, only to be taken aback by the man's face, which was only inches away from her.
• It was an excessively good-looking face exuding a rugged masculine charm, while his tall figure was clad in a well-ironed suit. His features were sculpted and flawless; his deep, unfathomable eyes were black and profound, as if they could suck in one's soul. The slight furrow of his brows gave an intimidating pressure.
• With a frosty demeanor, he projected a commanding presence while showing a strong sense of self-restraint. He looked attractive, but his expression seemed to give off an unwelcoming vibe that suggested he was not someone to be messed with.
• This guy must be dangerous. For some reason, a thought flashed through Celia's mind.
• Suddenly, the man spoke. "Are you done looking?"
• His thin lips were parted. His words were devoid of warmth, but his voice was surprisingly pleasant, like the melody of a cello—deep and attractive and with a touch of displeasure.
• "I-I'm done looking." Celia quickly collected herself, feeling a bit embarrassed. "Thank you for your help earlier."
• "No need to thank me. Please get off at the next intersection," the man replied sternly, his tone indifferent and emotionless.
• Celia was stunned. She instinctively asked, "The next intersection?"
• "Is there a problem?"
• "There's a problem, of course!" Celia panicked at once. "Sir, please be a good Samaritan and give me a ride a little further. You see, we haven't gone far yet. What if that person catches up again?"
• "What does it have to do with me?" the man replied coldly, checking his watch.
• It's already 10:30 a.m., with only 30 minutes left until the shareholders' meeting. I had ample time at first, but thanks to this woman, I might end up being late.
• People familiar with him knew that his biggest pet peeve was having his time wasted, especially by this woman at such a critical moment.
• His face darkened for a moment, making him look somewhat scary.
• However, Celia seemed oblivious to this. All she knew was that she had finally managed to run away from Sylas. Getting out of the car right now would be like walking into a trap. So, she put on a pitiful look and pleaded with the man, "Sir, I'm already in your car. Please help me out till the end and give me a ride further. Don't worry; I'll pay you a lot of money for the ride. Please, I'm begging you!"
• Justin had no interest in getting involved with her, but being so close to her, he couldn't help but notice the intoxicating scent coming from her… It smelled somewhat familiar, reminding him of the woman who had slept with him the previous night.
• Stunned, he focused his eyes on her face and silently sized her up.
• Her black hair cascaded over her shoulders, obscuring her delicate features. Her black eyebrows were beautiful, and her skin was as fair as snow. Her eyes sparkled like stars, giving off an alluring charm as they flickered.
• Is it her or not?
• After eyeing her up and down, Justin still wasn't entirely sure about it.
• The hotel room was really dark the night before, and he had been too engrossed in the woman's beauty to take a good look at her face. When he woke up the next morning, she was still asleep, so he went out for business without waking her up. By the time he returned to the room, she was already gone, leaving behind only the bloodstain on the sheets.
• Originally, he did not care much about matters of love and lust, viewing them merely as a means of satisfying sexual urges. However, the scent coming from Celia triggered his memories. He vividly recalled the woman's innocence and tightness, which seemed to have a mesmerizing allure that compelled him to have his way with her over and over again.
• At the thought of this, his eyes darkened slightly. Suddenly, he reached out, grabbed Celia's chin, and leaned forward as if to confirm something.
• At this moment, the two found themselves in an incredibly suggestive posture, and Celia could feel his warm breath against her cheek. Startled, she immediately pushed his chest with her hands, asking cautiously, "W-What are you doing?"