Chapter 3 It's Okay To Have Fun

Rylan immediately arranged for a replacement car to be brought over after the incident.

Following that, he got in touch with both the police and the insurance company, which soon attracted a crowd to the scene.

Makenzie, who stood rooted to the vehicle lane and then ended up being thrown onto the lawn, turned into the butt of her friends' jokes.

On the other hand, none of Eliza's photos were made public.

Rylan then assisted Eliza out of the wreckage and into a Porsche.

Fear was still visible on her face.

"Thank you," she murmured to Kyson, who was seated beside her.

Having spent many years in Aneson, she was well aware that Kyson's reputation as the "Prince of Aneson" was not just because of his looks and wealth but also due to his intelligence and sophistication.

Rumors circulated that his maternal family had underworld ties, and from a young age, Kyson was influenced by those underworld connections. Upon taking over the family business, he navigated through dealings with political figures and gang leaders alike.

Even his grandfather had come to respect him as he matured.

Eliza had always known of Kyson's formidable reputation, yet witnessing it firsthand today solidified her belief in it.

He truly lived up to his name.

Constantly, she checked her phone for any news on the car accident, relieved to find none.

This absence of information spared her further complications.

It appeared Kyson had just concluded some business, looking sharp in his suit complemented by gold-rimmed glasses.

"You don't seem surprised," he suddenly said.

Eliza shook her head, her eyes wide with fear.

"What's the deal with the post?" Kyson's voice was icy.

Bewildered, Eliza whispered, "My phone got smashed..."

She gestured toward the smashed car, her face etched with panic.

"What's... What's wrong?" Her voice quivered with nervousness.

Kyson glanced at her briefly, his gaze momentarily lingering on her disheveled collar, memories of the previous night flashing through his mind.

He adjusted his tie and asked, "Did you sleep with me just to get back at Rhett?"

He had learned that Rhett had been unfaithful to Eliza with Makenzie.

"I was drunk. How could I possibly use you to get back at him?" Eliza quickly refuted.

Kyson wasn't convinced.

"You seem innocent, but I doubt you'd manage the senior executives of the Scott Group so well if you were truly naive." He raised an eyebrow, challenging her, "Isn't that right, Ms. Cripple?"

At the mention of "cripple," a flicker of anger passed through Eliza's eyes, yet she kept her composure.

Kyson watched her closely, as if putting her to the test.

After a moment, seeing her calm, he scoffed, "Seems that you're indeed an innocent pushover."

Eliza, wanting to clear the misunderstanding about her capabilities, clarified, "My grandmother calls the shots. I just follow her lead."

"Your grandmother is a wise woman," Kyson acknowledged. "Did she also tell you that we were meant to be engaged from the start?"

Eliza's eyes went wide in shock.

Kyson, seeing her reaction, gave a mocking smile and said, "I have no intention of marrying someone who will make me a laughingstock."

Feeling the warmth inside the car, he fidgeted with his tie before deciding to remove it.

Meanwhile, Eliza casually pushed a lock of hair behind her ear, unintentionally revealing her earlobe.

A faint bite mark was visible on it, a reminder of Kyson's actions the night before.

His gaze darkened at the sight, and he seemed to reconsider his stance. "But, having a bit of fun with you isn't out of the question," he remarked, a hint of playfulness in his tone.

Eliza stared at him, taken aback.

He then reached out, pulling her closer to him.

Rylan, the driver, tactfully raised the partition between them.

Suddenly, Eliza found herself sitting in Kyson's lap.

Amidst the sudden shift, she remembered how her collar had been ripped open earlier by Makenzie, who had stopped her for photos.

That explained why Kyson had been fussing with his tie, having noticed the tear himself.

Now, he could easily plant kisses along her collarbone.

As she ran her fingers through his hair, a spontaneous moan escaped her lips when he kissed her neck.

Kyson's laughter resonated in the confined space as he drew her in even closer, and before she knew it, her clothes were being removed.