Chapter 677 The Date
Anthony effortlessly blocked it.
Within moments, and less than five exchanges later, Jane realized she had fallen into Anthony's trap. And her body was currently pinned down on the sofa.
"Look, Jane, you're all laid out. Isn't this an invitation?" Anthony teased, though his expression remained icy cold.
"Let go of me, Anthony! I'm not your girlfriend, nor am I a prostitute. You honestly think I wouldn't sue you?" she retorted indignantly.
"Go ahead, sue me. Who would believe you?" Anthony replied confidently, unafraid of her threats.
Indeed, Jane had fallen into hard times, while Anthony was the person in charge of the Clark family, and everyone would think it was Jane who seduced Anthony in hopes of returning to a life of wealth and splendor.
Jane forced herself to calm down quickly, stopped struggling, and even looked at Anthony with a hint of defiance, "Then why doesn't Anthony make a different deal with me?"
Anthony gestured for Jane to speak.
"Let you sleep with me once tonight, and we'll call it even on the car repair bill," She said.
Anthony's expression turned colder, "Are you selling yourself?"
"If you're insistent on sleeping with me and I'm not your girlfriend, doesn't that mean you're treating me like a prostitute? Then charging you is only fair," Jane said, unbuttoning the top button of her shirt.
Anthony's gaze darkened, and his grip tightened around her waist.
Jane inhaled sharply, cursing him out in her mind.
"If you had hit another man's car that day, would you do the same?" Anthony asked through clenched teeth, "Jane, where's your pride?"
Jane laughed, "Isn't it under your feet? My pride was crushed by you three years ago."
Anthony felt momentarily stunned, his body froze, his heart as if slashed by a knife.
"Besides, it's not like you haven't slept with me before, nor I with others. Let's just call it a booty call. Adults aren't usually this prudish." Jane failed to notice his brief reaction, her cold laugh suddenly stopped, and she said indifferently, "So, are we doing this, or are you leaving? Sleep, or leave?"
"I, Anthony, do not sleep with women who are readily available to everyone." The man stood up, turned, and walked briskly toward the foyer.
Jane's tightly wound nerves suddenly relaxed, her palms slick with sweat.
Although she appeared carefree and composed, only she knew that if Anthony had stayed a minute longer, she might have lost her composure.
The man walking away hesitated in his stride. And quickly, he turned and returned at a fast pace.
"Anthony... you... Ugh!" Jane's eyes widened in surprise as the man who had turned back swiftly walked up to her, his tall figure blocking the light from the ceiling lamp, casting a shadow over her.
Before she could dodge, she was firmly pinned down, caught in a wild kiss.
Jane struggled with all her might, but couldn't push Anthony away, even biting his lip, and as the taste of blood spread between them, he continued his unrelenting kisses.
"Didn't you say you were leaving? Go on, get out!" Jane kept pushing him, but her force seemed particularly feeble against a man's.
Especially against Anthony, a guy who had gone through professional training and maintained his physique.
"I've changed my mind, I'm not going anywhere," Anthony said with a smile that was both cold and fierce.
If someone observed closely, they would see in the depths of his eyes an intensity that couldn't be quelled, all of it wrapped around the woman beneath him.
‘Although Anthony can be a real jerk and hardly behaves like a decent person, Jane had always taken note of his past actions towards her. If not for the feud between their families' older generations, maybe they really could have made it work and lived well,’ Natalie thought, but there were no 'ifs' in reality.
In the car, after hanging up the phone, Natalie continued to analyze the situation with Oliver.
Having discussed Anthony, she compared him to Alex's suggestion, Richard, "Mr. Foster is a good catch too. He is handsome, good-tempered, intelligent, knows everything, and he seems patient too, pity Jane isn't willing, if only..."
"Natalie," Oliver cut her off.
"Huh?" Natalie was perplexed.
"How about me?" Oliver asked, felling a hint of jealousy.
"What about you?" she replied, confused.
Oliver clicked his tongue in a mood that Natalie couldn't decipher, "Since we got in the car, you've been talking about other men. Can't you see me sitting right beside you? Or is it that I'm not good-looking, I have a bad temper, low intelligence, don't understand anything, and seem impatient?"
Natalie was speechless. A question mark seemed to form slowly over her head.
‘What was he talking about? Why was he comparing himself? And didn't he know his level of patience? If he considered himself patient, then everyone else might as well be saints.’
But Natalie dared to snark these thoughts only in her head. If she confronted Oliver like that, she felt it would be the end for her.
This man was not only vindictive but also had a knack for settling scores in the bedroom.
"I—I was just concerned about Jane," Natalie offered an innocent explanation.
Oliver responded with a noncommittal "hmm," "And why not be concerned about me?"
What was this? How could he twist any conversation to be about himself? Even the driver had to suppress a chuckle, holding back only because of Oliver's formidable presence.
Mr. Windsor could be such a child at times! He only showed this side to his wife.
"Fine, I care about you," Natalie said nonchalantly, then started pondering what truly caring for him meant.
After pondering for a few seconds, Natalie suddenly realized there was a stare fixed on her, cool and persistent.
Oliver's face all but spelled out, "I'm waiting to see how you're going to brush me off."
Caught in the moment, Natalie glanced outside at the festive lights of early summer and asked Oliver, "Have you ever been to an amusement park?"
The words "lame place" almost slipped out of Oliver's mouth, but then he heard Natalie suggest, “How about we go there for fun? Kind of like a date. A lot of couples went there when I was in college.”
“... Okay.” He was extremely reluctant but also a bit relieved he hadn't spoken too hastily.
Even though Mr. Windsor had lived nearly three decades without ever going to such an intellectually insulting and time-wasting place as an amusement park, the mere mention of "date" made it impossible for him to say "no". He even felt a faint sense of anticipation.
It was Friday, and with the next day off, the night scene at the amusement park was bustling. Natalie bought a baseball cap at a little shop next to the park, and while paying, she picked up another for Oliver.
Oliver looked disgusted, “I don't want that.”
Natalie raised her hand and swiftly placed the cap on him, whispering sternly, “You’ve been on so many financial shows and news segments, plus your identity is a talking point already. Your face is recognizable to many people. What if we get spotted? Do you want to hit the front page of the entertainment section tomorrow?”
In his mind, Oliver thought, ‘yes’.
Being the talk of the entertainment news would make the date worthwhile, and their relationship could go public. Two birds, one stone!
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