Chapter 50 Moonlight

Maggie couldn't concentrate, and as she spoke to him, her peripheral vision remained fixed on the window. The Rolls-Royce had not yet left.
Through the azure window glass and the thick darkness, she couldn't even see Matt's figure. She tried to suppress the emotions in her heart and said, "The car has been assessed for damages, and the repair costs will be covered by the other party's insurance. If you think I'm a bad driver, then I won't drive anymore."
"I didn't mean that," Harold said, his expression confused and averted his gaze between the window and her face.
Maggie was not that deep in her thoughts and anxieties, which all appeared on her delicate brows and eyes. Effortlessly, Harold could see through her.
As the car was under his name, Harold knew all the details of the incident at the police station. He instructed Nick, "Go back to Island Road."
As the distance increased, the Rolls-Royce became a tiny black dot in their sight, and Maggie's anxiety lessened.
After being married to Matt for over a year, his disguises and false pretenses were now crumbling apart.
Maggie had made too many concessions just to struggle in this marital quagmire.
Her desire to distance outweighed any hope of continuing the entanglement.
Harold's hand rested on her knee. His five fingers were wide and rounded, the back of his hand showcasing bulging veins pulsing with vigor.
Maggie slipped her hand into his palm and their ten fingers interlocked. The touch was rough, covered in multiple layers of calluses, hot, and dry. She hesitated before asking, "Do you have any plans for the holiday?"
"What holiday?"
Maggie didn't have high expectations. In a low tone, she said, "It's less than a week until Labour Day. Won't your office have time off?"
Harold turned his head and smiled in his eyes. "Do you have plans for me?"
Maggie paused for a few seconds and replied honestly, "I dare not make plans for you."
Harold's responsibilities involved affairs in his professional field. The municipal government was a central institution that required coordination with various officials and departments at the city level.
He dealt with cultural and political matters, with limited decision-making power but ample financial resources, approval authority, and fewer engineering projects. His position was influential, and he had wide-ranging political resources and energy.
During previous Labour Days, he had always followed the official's itinerary, returning to Havenport.
As a side note, he would visit his father. His mother resided in Washington D.C., leading a low-profile life, making it difficult for them to meet in a year.
Harold didn't insist on it and would instead gather with his classmates from the military academy and dine at private venues.
Their ten intertwined fingers remained tightly clasped. Maggie's palms were sweaty, making their connection moist and cozy.
Harold opened the car window, lit a cigarette with one hand, and let the smoke dissipate from his mouth and nose. "So, what's your plans."
The fleeting glimmers didn't enter Maggie's shining pupils. "How about going on a short trip, not too far, just within the State."
Harold stared at the rearview mirror outside the car, considering the feasibility for a long time before speaking. "How long do you want to go?"
"Two or three days," Maggie conservatively estimated the duration.
The journey back was faster, with Nick taking a detour. Just arrived, Harold didn't rush to get off the car, half of his face shadowed in the darkness. "You can make arrangements," he said.
Maggie feared that he would change his mind. She withdrew her hand but then hooked her pinky finger with his, making her own gestures. "Pinky promise, seal it, no breaking the vow."
This childishness rendered her pure and clear, like a handful of radiant moonlight, captivating Harold.
His heart was soft, longing to be close to her, but deep inside, there was an unknown desire for destruction, wanting to devour her lips recklessly, kissing with an irresistible passion.
His hand slipped beneath her clothes, releasing a strong sense of intrusion that ignited sparks.
Maggie anxiously squirmed, being firmly held captive, trying to escape from his embrace.
Harold showed no mercy, pinching her most delicate peak, rubbing it with his rough calloused hand, causing her breasts to tremble like stormy waves.
A drastic change surged between her legs, and a soft moan escaped her lips. The kiss became more and more violent, leaving no room for breathing. Maggie's ears were filled with the man's vigorous panting, suffocating and heavy.
"Would it ever end?" Harold's fingers grazed the edge of her panties, tempted to explore further. "You're depleting my self-control."
When Maggie got off the car, her dress was hiked up above her navel, her lips swollen from being abused. The nanny came out to take out the trash, and Maggie composed herself, coincidentally being ushered into the house.
The night wind filled the car as Harold took a puff of his cigarette, his face unable to conceal the locked-up desire. In short, it wasn't looking good. "Who's following us?" he asked.
"So you noticed," Nick sat in the car and adjusted the rearview mirror. "A Rolls-Royce with license plate number 23-3 from City A, the same car that hit Mrs. Green's car. They followed us for twenty minutes, so I took a detour to Longisle Road. I managed to shake them off."