His Dangerous Love

Chapter 61 Underestimate His Temper

Chapter 61 Underestimate His Temper

"I'm wrong. I shouldn't come with you."

"Stop the car, please! Just stop..."

Elianna said anxiously as she watched the car driving near the gates.

She couldn't imagine what would happen if she and Jefferson showed up in the Larsen's mansion together.

It wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that it would turn the world upside down.

Jefferson turned a blind eye to her plea. He casually turned the steering wheel and said in an amused tone, "Didn't you say that you couldn't stand to be apart from me? Were you lying to me?"

Today, Elianna knew what shooting oneself in the foot meant.

She blamed herself for being too naive and thought that she could simply fool Jefferson with her words.

As they were nearer to the gates, Jefferson showed no sign of stopping the car.

Elianna realized that he was determined to take her along today, so she gave up her futile attempts to persuade him.

At the last bend in the road, she made a snap decision. She unbuckled her seat belt and crawled from the front seat to the back.

Since she was wearing a skirt, she couldn't avoid exposing herself.

She could even feel the gaze from Jefferson who was sitting in the driver's seat.

But at this moment, Elianna had no other choice. She crawled on her hands and knees into the backseat.

Before settling into the front seat, she heard a greeting from outside the car.

"Mr. Larsen, welcome back."

Elianna dared not raise her head, and she was crouching in the legroom while holding her breath.

Luckily, the car windows were tinted, and she had managed to hide herself in time. The security guard outside didn't notice that there was someone else inside the car.

After greeting, the security guard opened the gates and bowed as he awaited Jefferson's entry.

The Larsen's mansion was vast and included not only the main residence and side buildings but also four compounds and various styles of gardens.

Jefferson drove the black Bugatti around the Larsen's mansion before finally parking the car in the open-air lot.

The security guard at the parking lot walked over to open the door for Jefferson and greeted him, "Good evening, Mr. Larsen." This content is © NôvelDrama.Org.

Jefferson stepped out of the car and glanced at the darkened windows. He smiled and nodded to the security guard.

The security guard, uncomfortable with his smile, stammered, "Well, would you like the car washed?"

Jefferson was thinking about this, while Elianna's heart was in her mouth.

Finally, Jefferson showed some mercy and declined.

"Don't bother. It's pretty late, and there's a chance that small animals might crawl into the car before the wash."

"Small animals?" The security guard looked puzzled and asked, "You mean stray cats?"

"Yes."

Jefferson patiently explained, "Gardens take up about half of the area in the Larsen's mansion, and when it gets hot, there are many stray cats around. They might sneak into cars when nobody's looking and hide themselves."

"OK."

The security guard had never spotted any stray cats around the Larsen's mansion, but Jefferson's words left him momentarily perplexed. He nodded hesitantly.

"I get it now. I'll make sure to tell the night patrol to be more careful from now on."

"That's great. Thanks."

The security guard was flattered and said, "No problem at all, Mr. Larsen. Have a good evening."

After Jefferson left, the security guard scratched his head and muttered to himself.

"Mr. Larsen seems quite easygoing. He's not as intimidating as they say."

Inside the car, Elianna was about to curse.

Jefferson? Easygoing?

Had she gone mad, or had the world?

...

Since he was in a good mood after teasing Elianna, Jefferson walked into the main house with a smile.

But seeing his smile only made Brice's expression even more gloomy.

"You're back."

Ignoring Brice's grim face, Jefferson settled comfortably on the sofa across from him and took a sip of the coffee that had just been made.

He frowned and complained, "The coffee is tasteless."

Seeing he was so picky, Brice's expression grew even more serious.

He couldn't help but scold him, "If you had returned a bit earlier, it would've tasted much better."

It sounded like he was not only talking about the coffee.

Jefferson chuckled and emptied the remaining coffee into the tray as he looked at Brice.

"I can always make a new pot of coffee if I like."

The tension was growing in the room.

After staring at him for a while, Brice finally looked away and said to the butler standing nearby, "Go prepare a new pot of coffee for Jefferson."

...

In the parking lot...

Elianna was getting bored.

Fearing she might be spotted, she didn't even dare to use her phone.

As her mind was wandering, she began to wonder if Jefferson would not come out tonight.

Just as she was lost in her thought, she saw headlights from behind.

Someone was approaching.