Chapter 11 In His Crotch

The road was uneven, muddy water pooling on the surface.
As the tires rolled over it, a spray of yellow mist rose, making Maggie's delicate white figure blend in, becoming striking.
Harold caught a glimpse of her in his peripheral vision and blocked the earpiece. "Slow down." The car speed decreased, almost coming to a stop by the side of the road, but Maggie, solely focused on getting to her destination, didn't notice.
Harold pinched his brow. "Is there enough fuel?"
Nick, the driver, used to be a secretary's chauffeur for the past two years. He was an ex-serviceman and knew that officials wouldn't be concerned without reason, so he paid attention.
"If there's enough, let's take a detour." He continued his call.
Nick wasn't sure about this. When Mayors issued orders, sometimes they preferred to take a roundabout route, like this detour. Where should he detour from? Where should he go? Subordinates had to guess based on vague clues. As Maggie reached the intersection of South Street, a shiny Audi parked at the corner. Nick opened an umbrella and walked towards her. "Ma'am, the Mayor wants you to get in the car."
Maggie was cautious. The car window was partially lowered, revealing the face of a man. His handsome profile remained calm, his emotions as calm as water. "Maggie, come up here."
Their meeting was a jaw-dropping occurrence, and the frequency of their reunions was strangely high. Heaven really knew how to stir things up.
Maggie approached the car window and bent down, "Officer, forget about it. I'm afraid I'll dirty your car."
Her small and round fingertips gripped the window sill. Harold glanced over and his eyes met perfectly with the tender white cleavage formed by her perky breasts.
Maggie's breasts were beautifully shaped like water droplets. Even when lying in bed, her body bounced in all directions, her breasts and those pointed tips swinging and remaining erect.
They were like white tofu, sweet and delicious, pure yet chaotic and erotic. Harold's throat tightened, he leaned back, and averted his gaze. "I don't mind."
Maggie gritted her teeth, opened the car door, and sat inside.
The car was filled with the strong scent of mint awakening agent, which overwhelmed Harold's citrus ink fragrance. To be honest, it didn't smell that good.
"Fairly, you don't need to trouble yourself with taking me home."
He was irritated, unbuttoning two buttons on his shirt. "Public transportation can't handle personal matters. So I'll drop you off at the market intersection."
Maggie misunderstood, rubbing her knee. "That's fine, it's convenient to catch a taxi there."
"Can you afford a taxi?" He remembered this detail, and Maggie nodded, "I don't have any money in my account, but I have cash on me."
Harold propped his hand against his chin, concealing a smile. She was a unique woman, with a natural and tender charm that is rarely seen. Maggie should be described this way.
The car just entered 37th Street, and the scenery along the way transformed. Evergreen trees lushly prospered throughout the year, turning desolation into vitality. Warmed by the car's heating, Maggie's mind also became active, breaking the silence in the car. "Is your surname Edwards, Sir?"
The man closed his eyes. He opened a narrow slit in his eyelids. "Harold Edwards." Maggie pointed and gestured in her palm, "Which Harold?"
They shouldn't know so much about each other. He didn't want to be entangled, to engage in physical intimacy, to witness her human and otherworldly sides, nor to be pitifully stranded in the snow.
Men around the world, disregarding their status and wealth, possess a tender heart towards vulnerability. By offering her a ride, he had already stepped over the line.
Nick glanced at the rearview mirror and asked, "Miss, what's your occupation?"
"I work as a host in ABC City." He was dissatisfied with her attitude. "A host who doesn't even watch the news?"
"Junior host," Maggie corrected, "I focus on entertainment." Nick spoke bluntly, "Then your professional skills are lacking." Maggie was stunned, her mind went blank for a moment.
At that instant, a roaring engine sound, like a wild beast's roar, came thundering from the left side of the Audi. It was a flashy pink limited edition Pagani, speeding up recklessly. It crossed over the lane markings as if it wanted to collide head-on. In a critical moment, the Pagani swerved its steering wheel, narrowly avoiding a collision. With his long driving experience, Nick reacted and skillfully maneuvered the steering wheel, stabilizing the car.
"Mayor! Are you okay?" Harold's face sank. Maggie responded with a muffled voice. She was both frightened and physically shaken as she was lightweight and tossed around, ultimately diving into the space between Harold's thighs.
As she collided with the bulging lump in his trousers, Harold clasped the back of her neck, and the sharp tip of his metal belt buckle cut a thin, long gash on her forehead.
Unable to bear the sight of the "deplorable state" in the backseat, Nick angrily stared at the taunting rear of the flashy car with its tail lights on. "They rossed the line to surpass Mayor's car! These rich children are simply lawless."