Jane Lang glanced at the driver in front of the partition.

He probably can’t hear us, right?

Her earlobes turned red, and she shook her head, saying, “It’s broken.”

Jane wasn’t an innocent girl who knew nothing; in this extravagant era, she had inevitably heard about various scandals. However, having just stepped into the adult world, how could she truly remain unaffected?

Alexander Westwood noticed her embarrassment and a hidden smile flickered in his deep-set eyes. He mocked, “So now you know it hurts? Not so brave as you were last night, huh?”

Though he teased, he still pressed the button to lower the partition. “Go to the hospital.”

Assistant Zheng Nan was about to agree, but Jane quickly blushed and said, “No… no hospital! Alexander Westwood, you just want to see me embarrassed, right?!”

Zheng Nan cast a glance at the rearview mirror and saw his boss smirking. To cover it up, he coughed lightly and said in a steady tone, “Then let’s stop by a pharmacy.”

Only then did Jane feel relieved, and she lifted the partition back up.

She fidgeted with her fingers. “Alexander, what… are you planning to do?”

They had already slept together; this older man wouldn’t be irresponsible, would he?

With a captivating coolness in his voice, Alexander replied, “What do you think we should do?”

“Marry me.”

Jane swallowed hard, suppressing the tension in her heart.

“I know that your family’s company was secretly acquired by you back then. Since you’ve already taken the dowry, and we’ve shared a physical relationship, it wouldn’t make sense for you not to marry me.”

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By the end, her tone had taken on a hint of desperation.

She had already made herself clear. If he still wasn’t willing…

Then she would have to think of other ways!

Alexander gazed intently at the stubborn girl before him. She was no longer the naïve girl he had known at fifteen; she had grown up and learned to play her cards.

He hadn’t expected that the acquisition of the Jiang family business had been so discreet that she, a schoolgirl at the time, would have known nothing about it.

Suddenly, Alexander chuckled.

How could a girl who skipped two grades in middle school be foolish?

When Jane didn’t receive a response for a while, anxiety fluttered in her chest. She reached out to wrap her arms around his neck and said softly, “You wouldn’t really want to see me marry He Siyuan, would you? I don’t like him.”

Alexander brushed her hands away, creating distance between them while also putting space between himself and her intoxicating scent. “You and He Siyuan are of the same age. It wouldn’t hurt to get to know him better. If you really don’t like him, then we can talk.”

He was nearly thirty, after all.

While she was still a child, incapable of navigating an adult world.

Jane wasn’t surprised he would say something like that. This older man had always mentioned the generation gap between them, and he certainly wouldn’t change his views overnight just because they had shared a night together.

But this essentially meant a roundabout refusal: he wouldn’t marry her.

She huffed, crossing her arms and sulking. “What do I need to know him for?!”

The two of them, each lost in their own thoughts, turned their gazes to the windows, and neither spoke.

Before long, Zheng Nan parked in front of a pharmacy. Alexander personally got out to buy medicine and returned, glancing at the driver’s seat before saying sternly, “Go back and apply the medicine. If there’s still no improvement, let Zheng Nan take you to the hospital.”

Jane puffed out her chin defiantly. “Who broke it, who cleans it!”

At that moment, she resembled a proud little princess, sulking.

Alexander knew her temperament well and pinched the bridge of his nose. Though he was annoyed, he couldn’t find any words of rebuttal. Last night, while Jane acted recklessly, he had also been sufficiently absurd.

Besides, the poor girl was injured on her first time; she did have a valid grievance.

Just as he was about to speak, his phone suddenly rang.

Jane barely caught a few muffled words from the call before she witnessed Alexander’s expression change drastically. He tossed the medicine at her.

“Pull over and take her home.”

It wasn’t until the man beside her left, and the car resumed moving that Jane regained her senses. The only thought swirling in her mind was that Alexander had left her to see some other woman and hadn’t even bothered to help her apply the medicine.

The Maybach stopped in front of the South Garden villa. Zheng Nan got out to help her take her luggage inside.

“No need, Brother Zheng.”

Jane smiled, determined. “I can go in by myself. You should hurry back to your work.”

Zheng Nan was momentarily taken aback by her smile, feeling that it was a bit unfair for Mr. Westwood to leave this young lady behind. Lowering his voice, he asked, “Really don't need my help? Mr. Westwood’s task today shouldn’t require me; I’m not very busy.”

“Why wouldn’t you be needed?” Jane asked, her expression slightly changing. “Isn’t he busy with work?”

“No,” Zheng Nan recalled the person Mr. Westwood had asked him to pick up two days earlier. He felt that sharing wouldn’t hurt, “The president is likely going to meet with old friends.”

“Oh, I see.”

“Then it’s no trouble, Brother Zheng. Thanks for bringing me here.”

Jane had always disliked troubling others. Nodding in gratitude, she pulled her suitcase toward the entrance, her mind occupied with Zheng Nan’s words, not noticing the red BMW that had appeared in the courtyard.

As she unlocked the door, a figure suddenly popped out, “Westwood, you…”

“Why are you here?!”