At this moment, a tall and slender figure bent over and got out of the car. He was dressed in a black suit with noble and cold ai. He was handsome but indifferent. He compressed his thin lips and looked at us with both black and bright eyes.

Thinking of his teasing me this morning, I took the opportunity to blame him, "Terence, it seems that you often buy snacks for Randy. Junk food is not good for children. You cannot indulge him."

Terence lowered his head and smiled without retorting. He came up to us, stretched out his arms to take Randy, and said, "Chelsea dislikes you for being too fat. You should eat less."

I just teased Randy. But I didn't dislike him.

Seeing Randy's little mouth pouting sadly, I was about to explain, but my chin was pinched and lifted.

When I looked up, I saw Terence staring at my lips. His eyes were tinged with more coldness, and his handsome face darkened. He was on the verge of rage.

I frowned in confusion and reached out to touch my lips. All I could feel was the hickey. I instantly felt tense, "I bit it myself!"

This morning in the office, Scott hit my private parts with his knee, so I bit my lip. That was why there was a bite mark.

When I met Susan, she thought it was bitten by my husband, so she kept laughing at me. I didn't explain, but now I wanted to clarify it.

"Chelsea, does it hurt?" Randy asked and reached out his small hand to caress it with his soft fingers.

However, Terence turned around and carried Randy to the car on the roadside. The moment he turned around, he smiled.

I heaved a sigh of relief and got into the car with them. However, as soon as I sat down, I regretted it.

Scott insisted that Terence and I had an affair. If we went back together, he would misunderstand again.

Of course, I wasn't afraid that he would misunderstand. I was just afraid that he would continue to scold and humiliate me madly.

"Well, I just remembered that I still have something to do. You go back first." I made an excuse, but before I could get out, the car started roaring and promptly merged with the traffic.

Terence didn't drive himself, but a middle-aged man in his thirties, who should be Terence's exclusive driver.

I looked out the window and saw the car was already on the main way. Since I couldn't stop halfway, I leaned back in my seat.

Terence was sitting next to me. He was tall with long legs, which almost filled the whole space. There was no seam between our arms. His warm breath lingered in my nose. It was full of male hormones, which made me inexplicably restless.

Randy looked jubilant. After getting in the car, he had been mischievous, like a naughty monkey. He climbed on Terence one moment, then on me the next. He opened his Ultraman school bag and pulled out all the miscellaneous things inside. Most of them were snacks.

Chloe didn't allow Randy to eat snacks, so Randy said he had to eat more before home. When he kept stuffing things into his mouth, he also put a chocolate bar into my mouth and invited me to enjoy it with him.

I looked at cute Randy and stroked his round head in amusement. Then I lowered my head and took a small bite of the chocolate bar.

I disliked it because it was too sweet, but I didn't want to let him down, so I said it was delicious against my will.

Randy giggled and put the chocolate bar I had bitten before Terence's mouth, "Chelsea said it was delicious... Grandpa, it's your turn to eat!"

Randy's mouth was so stuffed that it puffed up like a balloon. He couldn't speak clearly and called Terence Grandpa wrongly.

I smiled and looked up, seeing Terence take a bite at the place I had bitten. Some deep emotion flashed in his eyes. He gently looked at me, and we smiled at each other.

He looked gorgeous when smiling. I froze, and a ripple of intoxication passed through me. There was a sense of serenity.

Suddenly, an oily finger poked me in the face, "Chelsea, why are you always looking at Terence?"

When I came back to my senses, I saw Randy frowning. He blinked his obsidian eyes and looked at me in confusion.

"No, I am not looking at him. I'm... I'm just sleepy." I was so flustered that I was a little incoherent. Then I yawned and curled up by the window, pretending to be sleepy to hide my embarrassment.

I didn't know what I was running away from. When the car stopped at the gate of the House of the Laris family, I was the first to get out. And I entered the villa alone.

"Chelsea! How dare you come back?" As soon as I entered the hall, Marilyn pounced on me fiercely.

I was shocked and quickly dodged.

She didn't stop. Bypassing me, she tripped over the threshold and would fall out of the door.

I worried that she would fall on the ground, so I reached out and grabbed her. However, she didn't appreciate it at all. She shook off my hand and angrily scratched my face, "You an ungrateful jerk. We brought you up! Now you've grown up and turned bold. How dare you hit Scott and hurt his face? I'll show you the rules today..."

Suddenly, a stern roar interrupted her, "Marilyn, I'm not dead yet. How could you yell in our home?"

"Dad, she is really going too far. What if Scott's face is ruined?" Marilyn reluctantly withdrew the hand that had pinched me, ran back to Grandpa, and cried out with tears and snot, looking heartbroken.

She was really exaggerating.

At that time, although I was raged, I still took control of myself. I knew the coffee wasn't hot and it wouldn't hurt Scott, so I splashed it at him.

Grandpa hit the ground hard with his crutch to let her shut up and then looked at me. Although his face darkened, his tone was soft, "Chelsea, what happened?"

I came up to him and lowered my head guiltily without justifying myself, "Grandpa, I'm sorry. I made Scott scalded."

Although it was Scott who was scalded, I felt sorry only to Grandpa. He was old and in poor condition but always worried about us. It made me feel bad.

Hearing I admitted it, Marilyn almost jumped at me again, but she held back because of Grandpa's glaring.

"Chelsea, Scott went out indulging himself last night. It made you sad, but a woman can't be too fussy, or you'll live too tired..." Grandpa thought I got annoyed because Scott had cheated on me, so I quarreled with him and hurt him. Grandpa was persuading me to give him another chance.

As Grandpa spoke, I just felt hurt. I couldn't tell him the truth, however.

If I loved Scott, I would mind him cheating on me. But he insulted me so many times. If I still loved him, wouldn't it be too stupid?

Thinking of that he treated me rudely in the office today, I felt a strong sense of disgust and was unable to contain myself to say, "Grandpa, I don't love Scott anymore. I want..."

At this moment, there were hurried footsteps on the stairs, drowning my voice. The next second, someone pulled me into his embrace, and a dangerous aura enveloped me.