Chapter 118 Offer to take her home
His body slightly stopped, purely out of politeness, and protected her for a moment.
The man's body emitted a hint of strong male scent, mixed with a subtle smell of sweat, but it wasn't unpleasant.
Juliet deliberately glanced at Ally, then faced the man, and said, "I'm sorry, I’m so clumsy sometimes. Thank you..."
Robert Winterson politely retracted his hand. He had a tall and upright figure, rugged facial features, and was full of English charm.
His eyes showed no fluctuations, calm like water, devoid of the passion of a race car driver. Juliet handed him the towel.
"It's windy tonight, you've sweated so much, here, wipe yourself."
"In case you catch a cold"
Robert silently took the towel and casually wiped his hair.
Ally quickly said, "That's just how my brother is, he doesn't talk much. Please don't mind him."
Juliet nodded gently, but her peripheral vision continued to sneak glances at Robert Winterson, her eyes tinged with a hint of shyness.
After all these years, he has become even more manly. The mature aura on him was truly captivating her gaze.
"Brother, I have plans with a friend later."
"Juliet and I are not going in the same direction, so why don't you take her home?"
Robert Winterson's brow furrowed slightly, indicating some displeasure.
He walked over to the Ferrari. Ally quickly shook Juliet's arm and desperately gestured with her eyes.
"Hurry up!"
"Don't waste such a good opportunity!"
Juliet bit her lower lip and delicately asked, "Can... can I ride in your car?"
Robert, expressionless, spoke. "If I say no, will you still come?"
Juliet felt awkward.
Fortunately, Robert opened the passenger door for her and motioned for her to step in.
The car headed towards the city.
The roadsides were empty, with only trees and street lamps repeating along the way.
Juliet's hands intertwined, unconsciously playing with her nails, feeling both nervous and shy as she spoke.
"Robert, it's been so many years. Do you still remember me?"
Robert kept his gaze fixed ahead, not looking at her.
"Hmm."
Juliet's heart skipped a beat with a hint of excitement.
She smiled lightly and continued.
"Ally has often talked about your kindness towards her. She always receives parcels from you when you're abroad."
"It's really enviable. Unfortunately, I don't have a brother, so I can't experience the feeling of being doted on."
Robert suddenly jerked the steering wheel. As if he hadn't heard her words. Juliet frowned in frustration.
This guy was really as Ally described, a car-obsessed bore with no interest in women.
They passed by a few restaurants still open on the roadside.
Juliet immediately sat up straight, "Robert, it's getting late. I'm sure you're hungry after your driving practice. How about we grab some late-night snacks together?"
Robert quietly increased the speed.
"I already said it's late. You're a young girl, don't linger outside."
Juliet smiled gently.
"But with you protecting me, we can go together, right?"
"No, I'm not hungry."
Juliet was taken aback.
Unsure how long she had been lost in thought, Robert's car finally came to a stop.
"We're here."
The corners of Juliet's mouth twitched awkwardly as she looked at the villa within reach, feeling a stifled frustration in her heart.
She reluctantly put on a tender, smile, her voice dripping with honey, trying to leave him with a good impression.
"Well... until next time."
After speaking, she opened the door and got out of the car.
"Wait."
Juliet's gaze brightened, a smug smile appearing at the corner of her lips. Just as she expected, even seemingly indifferent men couldn't resist her exceptional charm.
She turned around, tucking the strands of her fringe behind her ear. The light from the street lamp flickered above her head.
She felt that her glance must be captivating, able to make any man's heart skip a beat.
"Robert, what's the matter? Is there something else you want to say?"
Robert stared at her face for a while.
Juliet grew a little shy under his gaze, unable to help but lower her eyes, her delicate eyelashes fluttering with a touch of fluster, embodying the innocence of a young girl.
"Robert, why are you looking at me like that? You're making me shy..."
Robert spoke in a deep voice, "I just wanted to say, don't come looking for me on the Ring Road anymore."
"Why?"
A hint of subtle panic flashed across Juliet's face. "You don't have to worry about me being tired. Just being able to see you practice driving, I..."
He interrupted her incessant words, "It's a waste of my practice time."
"Ah?"
"You being there will distract me." Robert Winterson was unreserved.
Pausing for a moment, he added, "And you don't have to get overly sentimental."
"I look at you because you have a lot of oil on your forehead."
"Standing there right now, you're like a shining light bulb."
After Robert finished speaking, he slammed the door shut and went on his way.
Juliet stood dumbfounded in place.
She watched the departing car, and it suddenly dawned on her.
"Light...light bulb?"
Juliet took out a mirror and examined herself under the light, stomping her foot in anger.
"I'm wearing highlighter on my face! Highlighter! It's not oil!"
Juliet was trembling with anger.
She had already taken the initiative like this, waiting for him under the scorching sun all afternoon.
And all she got was this?
She had exceptional looks and a figure that was one of the best.
But in Robert Winterson's eyes, she still couldn't compare to that stupid race car!
