Chapter 753 Three Years of Progress
Sunny pulled two tissues from the tissue box behind her, wiped her hands, and then disdainfully threw them into the trash can before turning and leaving without looking back.
That action made it seem like she found her dirty.
Watching Sunny's figure grow more distant, Ambrosia chuckled. Sunny now seemed just like a typical grown man—so slick and self-assured!
She turned to look at herself in the mirror. Did her face really sag? Did she look that obviously old?
She was only twenty-six.
Back at the party, as she passed the dance floor, Ambrosia saw Sunny holding a pretty girl around twenty, dancing gracefully and elegantly.
That must be his girlfriend, right?
She should be a well-matched lady.
Frank saw Ambrosia return and teased, "Took you long enough in the restroom. Meeting someone secretly again?"
Ambrosia rolled her eyes at him, "I'm leaving. Are you coming?"
Frank raised an eyebrow, "Leaving so early? Going home is no fun! What's wrong, feeling jealous seeing your lover Sunny dancing with another woman?"
Ambrosia couldn't be bothered to argue, "It's still early. Let's go to the Melville Mansion to see Katherine and the kids!"
Saying this, she bent down to pick up the coat draped over the sofa and turned to leave.
Frank, hearing she was going to the Melville Mansion to see Katherine and the kids, naturally wanted to go too. But as he got up to follow, he saw Sunny suddenly push away his dance partner and follow Ambrosia out.
Seeing this, Frank paused, a knowing smile forming on his lips, and sat back down to continue drinking alone.
Ambrosia walked out of the party, got into the car the driver had brought around, and was about to send a message to Katherine when she heard the driver honking the horn.
She looked up to see someone blocking the car, refusing to move despite the honking.
The driver, a bit anxious, rolled down the window and shouted, "Please move, we need to pass!"
The person walked over, looking through the driver's window at the back seat, smiling, "Ambrosia, it's your car! Why are you leaving so early?"
Seeing it was Sunny, Ambrosia frowned, "Yeah, I have something to do."
Sunny unceremoniously said, "Can your driver give me a ride too? I drove myself today and drank, so I can't drive."
Ambrosia looked at him quietly, her face behind gold-rimmed glasses showing no particular emotion, and nodded, "Sure, get in."
"Thanks." Sunny laughed heartily and quickly got in the car.
Ambrosia thought he would sit in the front seat, given his disdain for her, but he opened the back door and sat next to her.
Inside the car, with the windows closed, the dim, enclosed space could easily create an intimate atmosphere between a man and a woman.
Fortunately, the driver was there, playing music, which helped keep the mood light.
Ambrosia asked him calmly, "Mr. Mitchell, where are you going?"
Sunny replied, "Anywhere"
Anywhere?
How was the driver supposed to take him?
Ambrosia frowned, about to say something, when she felt a tickling sensation on her leg.
Looking down, she saw Sunny lightly scratching her leg under her skirt with his long fingers.
Ambrosia slapped his hand away.
After being slapped away, Sunny just chuckled, his hand landing firmly on her leg again. He then turned to the driver, "Sir, could you lower the privacy screen? Ms. Hawthorne and I have some business secrets to discuss."
The driver was stunned and looked at Ambrosia for confirmation.
Knowing Sunny was acting up again and not wanting to embarrass the innocent driver, Ambrosia nodded for him to comply.
The driver then lowered the privacy screen.
Now the back seat was a private, enclosed space with just Ambrosia and Sunny.
Sunny became more brazen, lifting Ambrosia onto his lap, his hand resting on her slender, fair leg.
"Even without stockings, your skin is still so smooth!"
Ambrosia was caught off guard but didn't panic or struggle. She adjusted her slightly askew glasses and looked at him calmly, "What do you want?"
Sunny's gaze moved from her leg to her face, "Nothing, just want to hold you. Ambrosia, you're still the same, neither lighter nor heavier."
Ambrosia smirked, "Mr. Mitchell, don't you have a girlfriend? Is this what you call being faithful?"
Sunny laughed, "I just dumped her. I realized I still like older women like you, Ambrosia. From now on, I'll be devoted to you. How about that?"
Ambrosia was amused, "Mr. Mitchell, you still want to play with me? Are you sure you can handle it?"
Sunny's hand slid into her clothes, tracing her spine upwards. With a flick of his long fingers, her inner garment strap came undone.
Startled by the sudden release of her most intimate clothing, especially in a car, even someone as composed as Ambrosia couldn't help but exclaim, "What are you doing?"
Sunny's smile widened, placing a finger to her lips, "Don't let the driver hear us; it would be quite embarrassing!"
Ambrosia calmed down, "You're quite skilled at undressing. Have you had a lot of practice these past three years?"
Sunny leaned close to her ear, whispering, "Don't worry about that. Just enjoy yourself. I'll show you how much I've improved in these three years."
The Melville Manor.
Katherine came out of the shower and saw an unread message on her phone. It was from Ambrosia, sent half an hour ago, saying she was coming to the Melville Manor and asking if it was convenient.
Without much thought, Katherine called Ambrosia back.
"Ambrosia, I was in the shower and missed your message. Are you here now?"
However, there was no response from Ambrosia on the other end.
She only heard a hoarse voice, "Katherine!"
It was a man's voice, somewhat familiar.
After a few seconds, Katherine recognized it, "Sunny? When did you get back?"
Sunny replied, "Just today."
Katherine asked, "Really? Wait, why do you have Ambrosia's phone?"
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