The Love of the Racer
Jesslyn's Cunning Smile

Along the way to the restaurant Jesslyn still faithfully bend the face. Conspiracy is still falling when you remember Jeaven's mischievous behavior that was never expected.

"Don't get mad." Jeaven seduced while observing Jesslyn who had thrown her face out the car window. But the woman did not answer.

The driver who was focusing on driving even glanced at them through the front view because he felt a cold aura in the car.

"Come here." Jeaven was still trying to break the mood but Jesslyn did not respond at all.

The woman even chose to move inching to the edge of the car to get further away. He hid his face because of the tears that almost fell.

No longer just because of the frustration that makes the heart murky. However, there was a turmoil of feelings that began to grow. The dilemma began to rumble. The existence of Jeaven is very much needed. But his heart wound has not healed.

The hatred inside the chest was still very perfectly attached. But his little heart seemed to be pointing a spear to kill that feeling.

"Don't go far" pinta Jeaven once again. This time Jesslyn responded. Unfortunately no more than a tongue crack because of the risi.

Following Jeaven's impulse began to take the initiative by shifting her sitting position to get closer to Jesslyn. Drawn the body of the creature that still ignored him into the arms. The revolting movement immediately occurred but it did not last long as the man whispered.

"I'm sorry, I was wrong. If you're upset just vent it on me. It's better than you just shut up." Jeaven understands. Besides still very disappointed with her, Jesslyn is currently experiencing unstable emotions due to the influence of pregnancy hormones.

"Do you want to bite something?" Jeaven asked an unusual question, but Jesslyn responded again even though she was still tight.

"Yes, I want to bite you until you bleed."

Without thinking long, Jeaven immediately unbuttoned the shirt on his wrist and rolled up to show off his muscular hand.

"Do it until you're satisfied."

After a while the car carrying Jeaven and Jesslyn stopped at a restaurant. The two of them walked on without touching each other's hands. In any case, if asked, the woman will definitely throw a rejection again.

"Sorry we're late." Jeaven immediately expressed a bad taste to Mr. Tyler.

"It's no problem, I just arrived too" Tyler replied kindly. The man led his gaze towards the beautiful figure standing next to Jeaven. "It seems I know who's coming with you, Mr. Jeav."

Jeaven gestured to Jesslyn with a glance at the tip of her eye and understood immediately.

The woman reached out and Tyler greeted her with a warm smile. "I'm Jesslyn Seanie Willson. Nice to meet you, Mr. Tyler."

"I'm also thrilled to meet the Willson family's daughter, Miss Jesslyn. Oya you guys don't stand still. Sit down."

"Thank you" Jesslyn said.

While Jeaven only smiled faintly with a small nod. After that, he opened a chair for Jesslyn.

"Yes, I'm not alone either. My wife and daughter are going to the toilet. They'll be out soon." Not long ago, Tryler said the people in question had been seen walking closer to join.

"Son Jeav, how are you?" Madam Tyler asked while displaying her typical maternal smile.

"good. You alone?"

"As you can see now. My face is covered in wrinkles but my daughter is not married yet."

The husband laughed immediately. In contrast to his daughter who looked sullen because it became a joke material. While Jeaven and Jesslyn were also smiling but full of ethics.

Jesslyn's whereabouts certainly caught the attention of Mrs Tyler. Just like her husband, she knows who Jesslyn is. As people who are in the same business scope certainly know a lot about who are members of the descendants of the Willson Corp fashion business empire. Including Jesslyn.

"Son Jeav, this time you came with the daughter of the Willson family, yes." Tyler looked at Jesslyn. "It's nice to meet you."

"Are you two dating?" Mrs Tyler's questions began to spill over into sensitive topics.

"We're friends." Jesslyn hurriedly interjected ahead of Jeaven who was about to open her mouth to answer.

"Dearly enough. Though you two look good when sitting together like this."

Mrs Tyler continued to chatter without noticing the mimicry changes to her daughter's face. At first he was relieved to hear Jesslyn's answer, but the mother immediately printed a dislike mimic.

After ordering the food menu all the residents of the dining table returned to having a small chat. Jesslyn is very good at carrying herself until the interaction is created more effective. Mr. Tyler even by himself gave an offer of cooperation which is certainly very promising. Their conversation must also be interrupted when two servants come to bring dishes.

During the ritual meal apparently Mr. Tyler's daughter named Monalisa increasingly fascinated with Jeaven which is full of attraction. He began to show his attention-seeking attitude to make Jesslyn's inner voice cut down.

Monalisa continues to try to dissuade the attention of Jeaven addressed to Jesslyn. The woman even glanced cynically several times as a form of dislike.

"Jeav, would you like to help me cut this meat stick?" Monalisa who happened to be sitting next to Jeaven shifted her plate slightly.

Without saying much, Jeaven immediately complied with Monalisa's request. Cut the small pieces of meat stick then give back to the owner.

"Thank you, yeah." Mona showed off her sweetest smile, hoping that Jeaven would be charmed.

"Yes." Yeah."

Monalisa devoured her food with a feeling of pleasure. In between his meals he kept Jeaven talking. No matter what Jesslyn's whereabouts are starting to get windy.

"Jeav, are you hurt?" Monalisa was suddenly shocked when she saw the wound on Jeaven's wrist. He politely pulled the man's arm cloth slightly upward until the wound was more visible.

Mr. Tyler and his wife immediately turned his attention to Jeaven, especially on the wound perched on his wrist.

"It looks like someone just bit you. Who could have done that? Does he not think a brain pack if hands are a valuable asset to a racer like you?" Mr. Tyler's daughter continued to comment annoyedly.

While Jeaven looked several times to pay attention to Jesslyn who had stopped touching food because she had lost her taste. The woman was suddenly wracked with guilt because the wound was the result of her actions.

"I'm obeying, yeah. It just so happens that I always keep the wound medicine in my bag."

"No need." Jeaven refused.

"Don't hesitate. I just want to treat." Monalisa keeps forcing. In fact, he did not hesitate to put Jeaven's hand on his smooth thighs that were not closed because of wearing a mini dress. But Jeaven quickly pulled her hand from there because she didn't like it.

"Excuse me, I went to the toilet for a while." Jesslyn's voice suddenly interjected. However, when he stood up suddenly his body was a little dazed and fell into the lap of Jeaven.

"You why? It hurt?" Jeaven immediately showed her concern with both hands clutching the possessive body of Jesslyn who was sitting on it.

"My head is suddenly dizzy," Jesslyn lamented.

"We're going home now." Jeaven continued to turn his attention to Mr. Tyler and his wife. "Sorry, Mr. Tyler and Mrs. I seem to have to retreat faster."

"Yes it's okay. Take him to the doctor immediately. Next time we can have dinner together again" replied Mrs Tyler, smiling.

"Thank you" said Jeaven, turning her attention to Jesslyn. "Can you walk?"

"Can't." Jeaven immediately carried Jesslyn and took her away regardless of Monalisa's whereabouts.

While Monalisa must hold back anger when she sees Jesslyn had a sneaky smile at her.

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