Mr. Waltson, Refrain Yourself

Her expression froze the moment their gazes connected.

She stood up and moved her head to the other side, swiftly wiping away the tears on her cheeks.

“What brings you here, Mr. Waltson?” When she stared at him, she pretended to be calm.

“Is that your catchphrase?”

After a brief moment of perplexity, she realized she was asking him this question every time she saw him.

“Well, I was just shocked that I encountered Mr. Waltson, who was respected across Philadelphia, there by the side of the road,” she scratched her brow.

“Stop saying such lovely things, what are you doing sitting here?”

“It doesn’t appear to be illegal for me to sit here.”

“Extremely vexing.”

“Why? This is a public street.”

“From where I’m sitting in the car, you seem like a stray cat abandoned on the side of the road.”

Her nose turned up as he said this.

Thinking about it this way, she felt that she was no different from a stray cat. She had no relatives, she had been abandoned, and no one was expecting her…

Her eyes took on a desolate appearance. “Then I won’t bother Mr. Waltson any longer; I’m leaving.”Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

“Where are you going?” he said, his voice cold. “Follow me. I’m also returning home.”

Return to… Home?

He turned around and took a few steps back. When he saw she hadn’t caught up to him, he turned around and inquired coldly, “Are you not going to leave?”

“My belongings are still at school.”

“Waltson family doesn’t lack anything, you can go collect your luggage tomorrow , get in the car.”

She climbed into his car.

Coincidentally, just as they were about to close the car door, the cars began to move.

Such a coincidence, this traffic seemed to be intended to allow her to meet Wills.

“Just go home,” he told the driver.

“Okay, Mr. Waltson.”

She fixed her gaze on him. “What are your plans? Drop me off if you’re too busy. I can return on my own.”

“I had intended to return home.”

The driver checked his rearview mirror. Mr. Waltson didn’t he say he wanted to go to the clubhouse?

Wills Waltson looked at the driver in the rearview mirror, and the driver quickly switched his eyes away. He drove the car back to the villa without saying anything else, not daring to think about it too much.

“Did something occur?”

Wills Waltson breaks the stillness after five minutes.

“No, nothing noteworthy. I was simply thinking, look at all the expensive cars, they’re all trapped on the road like the rest of us. It was amusing. Money, you see, cannot achieve everything.”

He was irritated because he knew she was lying. Did she mistake him for a three-year-old? “So, what are you sobbing about?”

“I’m crying because I’m impoverished. I don’t even have the right to sit in traffic and complain. I don’t own an car.”

She was furious since she had just lost a thousand dollars. She would never eat with the rich men again.

“You make it sound like you know how to drive when you have a car.”

She cocked her head and looked at him. Did this man have to be so cruel?

“Do you know how to drive when you’re born, Driver?”

“Miss, you’re joking,” the driver joked.

“Then it appears that Mr. Waltson was born with the capacity to drive,” she said provocatively to Wills Waltson.

The driver gulped his saliva uncomfortably.

Miss Greenwich …. How could she?

How could she dare to contradict Mr. Waltson