Chapter 68
Calliope was about to ask who it was but she realized Sylvester meant herself. Her cheeks turned red, and she awkwardly looked away.
"Why were you crying just now?" Sylvester asked, leaning against the car window with one hand, looking all lazy and arrogant, like driving was just a hobby.
Her eyes darted around. How was she supposed to start? Should she admit she was being silly?
"I just felt wronged, so I cried," she mumbled.
"Why'd you feel wronged?" Sylvester pressed. The road home was straight and easy, especially since he was a pro at speeding.
Calliope wished she could drop this awkward topic. In her panic, she blurted out, "Your room still has Nina's billboard! That's why I felt wronged!"
"Then just toss it," he said casually.
Calliope was stunned. She looked at his high nose, confused.
What did he just say? Toss it? Just like that? Didn't he like Nina? Why was he so cool about getting rid of a billboard that had been there for two years?
"Are you serious?" Calliope asked, half-doubting.
Seeing her reaction, Sylvester chuckled. "It's just a billboard. If you don't like it, throw it away. No big deal."
Her eyes got super serious, staring right at him. After a moment, she asked, "Then could you only love me in the future?"
She seemed to forget who she really was, crossing a line.
"Okay." Sylvester glanced at her briefly, a tiny hint of affection in his eyes.
Calliope's heart skipped a beat. He agreed?
The infamous Sylvester actually agreed? It was unbelievable. Maybe he was just brushing her off. With his carefree attitude, how could he be serious?
Calliope didn't expect Sylvester to have feelings for her. It was like hoping a rock would bloom.
The rest of the ride was quiet. She slowly drifted off in the passenger seat, probably too tired.
Weirdly, she had a romantic dream!
In the dream, she was tangled up with a guy in the bathroom, her wet nightgown sticking to her skin as they kissed passionately.
Why did this scene feel so familiar?
In the dream, she looked up, eyes wide in surprise. It was Sylvester!
"No. Don't touch me! You can't come in!" she suddenly mumbled, shouting in panic, then woke up from the dream!
Calliope was relieved it was just a dream; otherwise, it would be so embarrassing! How could she dream of being tangled up with him?
"Can't come in?" Sylvester, slightly frowning at her sudden outburst, was curious about her words.
Noticing Sylvester's gaze, her face instantly turned red. She turned her head away in shame and annoyance. Even though she couldn't see it, she could feel his eyes on her, her ears gradually turning red.
"Don't look at me, please!" she said to Sylvester in a low voice, almost pleading.
"Why?" Sylvester found her reaction adorable and wanted to tease her.
Calliope wanted to pinch him! She thought, 'No means no; why so many questions! So annoying! After all, how could I explain what "can't come in" referred to?'
"Just don't look!" She glanced out the car window and saw that the car had stopped at the Moore manor's parking lot.
Great!
She unbuckled her seatbelt and left without looking back.
Sylvester squinted, guessing what she meant by "can't come in."
Sylvester unbuckled his seatbelt, got out of the car, and walked towards Calliope with a stride.
Hearing footsteps behind her, Calliope quickened her pace. She didn't want to see him for even a second because of that dream!
Unexpectedly, Sylvester extended his long arm, pulling her into his embrace. Looking down at her evasive eyes, he laughed. "Why so nervous? Did you have a romantic dream?"
"Nonsense! No!" Calliope almost jumped up.
She immediately realized her overreaction and glanced aside guiltily. Could Sylvester read minds?
Seeing her silent and guilty look, Sylvester chuckled and affectionately pinched her soft cheek. "It seems to be true."
Calliope wished she could dig a hole to hide in. She always embarrassed herself in front of him!
Her clumsy demeanor made Sylvester laugh heartily. His cheerful laughter made Calliope want to cover his mouth!
"Stop laughing! Is it that funny?" Calliope was full of frustration, on the verge of exploding. However, she had to admit, his laughter was indeed charming, making people want to laugh along with girlish fantasies.
No matter what Sylvester did, his outstanding appearance was pleasing to the eye, even if it was something bad.
He affectionately ruffled her hair, like treating a pet. "As expected of my wife, having a romantic dream in the car. Was the person in the dream me?"
"No!" Calliope responded irritably, wanting to turn and leave.
Sylvester's laughter stopped abruptly. He pulled her back with a dark face. "Are you crazy? Having a romantic dream and not dreaming of your husband!"
"You're the crazy one! Can you control such things?" She would never admit it was Sylvester; otherwise, he would laugh at her for a lifetime!
At this moment, the butler hurried over, looking tense. "Sylvester, Calliope, the police are here again. They want to ask about the Zoey case from three years ago."
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