A Night of Desire

Chapter 251 - 248: Is That Person in the Car Seth Quinn?

Seth Quinn drove into the underground parking garage. He had been driving quite fast, but he slowed down when he saw the expression on Clara Grant’s face beside him.

"What’s wrong? Still not feeling well?" Although he was frustrated with her, he couldn’t help but worry.

Clara Grant, who was resting her head in her hand, heard his question and tilted her head slightly to look at him. "I’m fine. It’s just a little headache, nothing serious."

Seth Quinn stopped the car and rolled down the window. "Let’s get some air. It might make you feel better."

After saying that, he leaned in slightly toward her. He had just reached out a hand when he saw her flinch back, panic in her eyes. Her voice was full of suspicion. "What are you doing?"

Seth Quinn sighed. ’I’ve never even truly made a move on her, yet I’ve already scared her this badly?’

’Does she really hate my touch that much?’

’The night before last, when her eyes grew hazy and she moaned softly under my advances, I thought she had finally accepted me. At the very least, that she no longer resisted my touch!’

’But now, it seems that’s not the case at all.’

"I’m just adjusting your seatbelt so it doesn’t dig into your stomach and make you feel worse." As he spoke, he carefully adjusted the belt across her body.

Clara Grant’s face reddened in embarrassment. ’He’s probably been so intimate with me recently that my mind immediately goes there whenever he gets close.’

"There." Seth Quinn straightened up, settled back into his seat, and slowly started the car again.

He kept the speed slow, likely out of consideration for her condition.

Clara Grant stole a glance at him, subconsciously biting her lip. ’When he’s this attentive and considerate... is he seeing me as Clara Grant, or as his former fiancée?’

Clara Grant was on the verge of asking him outright, but she snapped her mouth shut, swallowing the words that were right on the tip of her tongue.

A wave of irritation washed over her, and she felt a surge of anger at herself. ’I never used to be like this. I was always optimistic and cheerful, and I never let anything weigh on my mind for long.’

’But now... especially when it comes to anything involving Seth Quinn, I’m just not myself anymore.’

’I don’t like this version of myself. I really, really don’t.’

The car slowly approached the main gate of the residential complex. Clara Grant felt like she might suffocate if she had to spend one more second with Seth Quinn. She pretended to check the time, put on an anxious expression, and said to him, "We’re a bit short on time. You can speed up, I’ll be fine."

"You sure?" Seth Quinn shot her a sidelong glance. ’As if I don’t know what she’s thinking. She just wants to be around me for as little time as possible.’

"Yes!" Clara Grant’s reply was firm.

"Then you’d better hold on tight." The words had barely left his lips when the car shot forward. Startled, Clara Grant quickly grabbed the handle above the door to steady herself.

Neither of them noticed someone behind them, staring intently in their direction. The person even took a couple of steps, chasing after the car as it sped away.

"Hey, hey! Look, was that Seth Quinn in the car just now?" Yvette Zimmerman, the one who had chased after the car, asked, tugging on Cherie Rhodes, whom she had dragged along with her.

"Was it? I don’t think so," Cherie Rhodes replied, her eyes shifting evasively.

Yvette Zimmerman shot her a look, her tone sharp. "What do you mean, ’you don’t think so’? It was definitely him."

They had been a little far away, but the car had been moving slowly with the window down, so she could just make out the people inside, though not clearly.

Just as she started to hurry forward to get a closer, clearer look, the car suddenly accelerated.