Chapter 6 Please Don't Rush
- Time appeared to come to a standstill as Jasmine bit her lip, refraining from uttering a word.
- "Jasmine, weren't you once quite skilled in conversation? What has happened? You no longer have any excuses, and you seem to have lost the ability to justify your mistress's actions," Michael's lips curled into a sinister smile, clearly not intending to let Jasmine off easily.
- Jenny, who stood nearby, secretly reveled in Jasmine's dazed state. Then, with an innocent expression on her face, Jenny gently advised Michael, "Michael, please refrain from speaking to Jasmine in such a manner. You might hurt her..."
- "Offended?" Michael's narrowed eyes accompanied his cold and icy words, "Can a poisonous woman like her, Jasmine, even be hurt? Does she possess a heart?"
- Jasmine regained her composure, her fingers clenched, her posture straightened, and her expression remained indifferent.
- "What Director Fulton has stated is correct. There is nothing here that can harm me. I still have matters to attend to, so I will take my leave to avoid disturbing Director Fulton and Big Sister's private time."
- Opening the car door, Jasmine confidently entered the vehicle without hesitation. As she was about to close the door, a large hand held onto the car door from the outside.
- Jasmine bit her lip, exerting more force to close the car door. However, realizing that her strength was no match for the other party's, she ultimately gave up.
- "Director Fulton, do you have any further concerns?" Jasmine opened the car window, calmly directing her gaze towards the tall and imposing figure outside the car.
- "Jasmine, have I given you permission to leave?" Michael's voice was low, his expression serious.
- Jasmine sat in the driver's seat, taking a deep breath. With a patient smile, she replied, "In that case, Director Fulton, may I depart now?"
- Michael Fulton snorted and turned his head to look at Jenny, speaking coldly, "Jenny, you may return home today."
- "But, Michael... didn't we have plans to go to the hotel today?" Jenny looked at Michael with reluctance, hoping that he would change his mind.
- However, Michael responded coldly, "I do not wish to repeat myself."
- Jenny furrowed her brows, but deep down she knew better than to offend Michael. After hesitating for a moment, Jenny nodded, "Alright, I will return home first. Once you have resolved your matters, feel free to contact me at any time. I will be at the hotel... finished showering, waiting for you."
- The mention of taking a shower in her words made it sound quite enticing.
- While speaking, Jenny made sure to glance at Jasmine, as if flaunting something extraordinary.
- Jasmine's gaze remained fixed ahead, her expression neutral. However, her grip on the steering wheel tightened, causing her veins to protrude.
- After Jenny, in her high heels, turned around and left, Michael proceeded to open the car door. Jasmine didn't have time to react before she was already being pulled out of the car by Michael.
- "Michael, what do you want? This is a parking lot, and CCTV cameras are installed everywhere. Please exercise caution!" Remembering what Michael had done to her earlier in the meeting room, Jasmine automatically became wary, fearing that he would repeat his actions from this afternoon.
- "Tsk." Michael turned away, refusing to look at Jasmine. Coldly uttering this word, he took long strides forward.
- "You..." Jasmine looked at Michael's back, biting her lip. She didn't know what to say, suspecting that Michael intended to force her.
- A few moments later, Michael drove his black Bentley and stopped in front of Jasmine, sternly commanding, "Get in."
- "I don't want to... I can drive my own car." Jasmine shook her head, her initial reaction being to refuse.
- "Do you want Grandma to suspect something? If you wish to pretend, then do a better job!" Michael's anger flared as he honked the car horn, shouting at Jasmine without holding back.
- Jasmine didn't respond to his words. She knew she couldn't win against Michael in any case. In front of him, she could only comply with his demands. She locked her car and walked towards the passenger seat, getting into Michael's car.
- Without waiting for Jasmine to fasten her seat belt, the black Bentley sped off.
- Jasmine was taken aback, her forehead nearly colliding with the car windshield.
- "Michael, did you do that intentionally?" Jasmine angrily questioned. She had no doubt that Michael would have wished for her to hit the windshield and perish if given the chance.
- Michael raised an eyebrow, smirking sarcastically. "Yes, I did it intentionally. But, Jasmine, what can you do about it?"
- Jasmine felt her heart grow cold. No matter what Michael did to her, she couldn't retaliate against him in any way.
- Who told her to fall in love with Michael... The black Bentley continued its journey towards the family mansion.
- Jasmine sat in the passenger seat, intentionally creating distance between herself and Michael. She continuously leaned towards the car door until her entire body pressed against it.
- Michael turned the steering wheel, his gaze fixed on the rearview mirror. He observed Jasmine's back, which faced him, with her face directed outside the car.
- "Jasmine..." Michael called out to her displeased.
- Jasmine froze, her eyelashes trembling slightly. "Is there a problem?" Her face remained turned towards the car window, deliberately avoiding eye contact with Michael.
- Michael opened his mouth, but before he could say anything, Jasmine suddenly spoke up. "Michael, wait, stop the car!"
- "Why?" Michael responded coldly, yet subconsciously he complied with Jasmine's request and pulled over to the side of the road.
- "I saw a pharmacy over there... I want..." Jasmine hesitated, but those three words felt like sharp needles piercing her throat, causing her pain.
- "Are you unwell?" Michael furrowed his brows, unexpectedly feeling a sense of concern. Once he realized it, he was taken aback. How could he feel concerned about a calculating woman like Jasmine?
- "No." Jasmine shook her head, looking down and averting her gaze. She deliberately concealed the disappointment in her eyes as she slowly spoke, "I want to go to the pharmacy to buy birth control pills. If it's been this long, I'm afraid the effectiveness might be compromised."
- Upon finishing her sentence, Jasmine let out a sigh of relief. It turned out that expressing her thoughts wasn't as painful as she had imagined.
- Hearing her words, Michael's beautiful eyebrows furrowed.
- It was clear that a calculating woman like Jasmine didn't deserve to be the mother of his child. However, upon hearing Jasmine's proactive approach to buying birth control pills, he felt an inexplicable anger brewing within him.
- Jasmine squeezed her hand, not hearing Michael's response. She cautiously glanced at him, asking, "Is that alright?"
- "Get out!" Michael's handsome face darkened, his voice cold.
- Jasmine bit her lip, hurriedly unfastened her seat belt, opened the car door, and stepped out.
- As she walked a considerable distance away, she turned back with a surprised expression, staring at the car and Michael, who remained angry. Earlier at the company, it was Michael who reminded her to take birth control pills, so why was he angry now?
- Jasmine didn't dwell on it any longer. She continued towards the pharmacy located on the side of the main road, her slender legs carrying her forward.
- After purchasing the medication, Jasmine opened the car door and got into the passenger seat. "You may proceed."
- Michael didn't look at Jasmine, starting the engine and driving straight ahead.
- Time seemed to pass by without notice as Michael's voice broke the silence between them. "Have you taken the pills?"
- Jasmine clutched her bag tightly, her heart in turmoil. "Yes, I have taken them."
- As soon as the words left her mouth, Jasmine's face turned red. She rarely lied in front of Michael, and when she did, her face uncontrollably flushed.
- Jasmine quickly averted her gaze, fearing that she would be discovered.
- Michael's heart felt heavy, and he refrained from speaking further, silently driving the car. However, if Jasmine were to turn and observe Michael closely, she would notice his furrowed eyebrows and the expression that seemed to be suppressing his anger.
- Throughout the journey, the atmosphere in the car remained eerily quiet.
- Jasmine kept her face turned towards the car window, her hand resting on her bag. Beneath the layer of leather, an open box of birth control pills lay hidden.
- But she hadn't taken them yet...
- After driving for half an hour, the black Bentley finally came to a stop at the entrance of the Fulton family mansion.
- Michael unfastened his seat belt and turned his head away. His black eyes locked onto Jasmine, "Wait, have you already learned how to speak in front of Grandma?"
- "I have." Jasmine felt a pang in her heart, her fists tightening.
- It was always like this. Their relationship was undeniably strained, yet they had to pretend to love each other in front of Grandma.
- "Remember your position! Please don't get confused..." Michael's voice was sharp, though he himself was unsure of what exactly had angered him.
- Was it because merely looking at Jasmine could ignite his anger, or was it because he was angry that Jasmine had taken the birth control pills without hesitation?
- After speaking, Michael strode forward with his long legs, leading the way.
- Jasmine looked down, picked up her bag, and followed behind Michael.
- Just as they reached the front door of the house, Jasmine's forehead collided with Michael's chest. She groaned in pain, then raised her head to meet Michael's cold gaze.
- Jasmine anticipated another scolding from Michael...
- Unexpectedly, Michael suddenly took her hand. Jasmine's cold fingers intertwined with Michael's warm ones, causing her entire arm to heat up.