Silas continued, âHowever, the law clearly states that a driver shouldnât use the phone while driving, and they shouldnât be wearing heels.â
Feeling a little guilty, Rose immediately curled her toes in her heels. She argued, âB-But you crossed the road marking when you made the turn, so youâre the one responsible!â
âThat depends on the verdict of the traffic police, but I have no time to reach out to them. Why donât you do that? Iâm in a hurry,â he retorted.
He handed her a business card from his wallet. âHereâs my phone number and my work address. After youâre done, just update me on the next steps.â
âWhatâs with that attitude? Are you seriously going to leave the mess to me? But Iâm short on time too!â
she protested, unhappy at his aggressive and irresponsible behavior.
She tossed the business card back at him and grumbled, âHow can I be sure youâre not a scammer trying to pull a fast one?â
âA scammer?â Silas laughed at the absurd notion, finding the woman with the unconventional haircut a tad fussy and unreasonable.
âIf I were a scammer, there would be no good left in the world. Iâm leaving now.â
Incensed, she grabbed his arm and shouted, âI donât care! You need to take responsibility for wrecking the Ferrari I just bought this month!â
âOh, is money what youâre after? You should have told me from the beginning,â Silas replied. He was determined to make it to the party on time and had no patience for a long argument.
He pulled a debit card from his wallet and nonchalantly dangled it in front of her. âUse this for the repairs.
No PIN required.â
The sight of the card enraged her further. She felt extremely humiliated. She snapped, âDude, this was a limited edition Ferrari reduced to scrap metal because of you. Offering to pay for repairs? Whatâs wrong with you?â
âWell, you can always buy a new one. I can afford that,â Silas shot back.
He was known for his punctuality, especially when it came to family events, and he was determined not to let anyone derail his plans.
Looking cold, he pried Roseâs fingers off his arm and freed himself.
When he turned around to leave, he suddenly felt suffocated. Rose had grabbed his navy necktie and tugged at it hard.
The two proud drivers were now face-to-face, their noses almost touching. Silas was taken aback, his breathing heavy, as their breaths mingled.
Apart from Alyssa, Silas, the long-time bachelor, had rarely been in such close proximity to another woman.
As Rose huffed and puffed, her rising chest beneath her fiery red dress brushed against his shirt.
He forced himself to maintain eye contact, as though he might compromise his principles in the presence of this sultry woman.
âW-What are you doing?â he croaked.
She smirked and dangled another card in front of him, even giving his flushed cheeks a playful tap with it.
âMoney is the least of my concerns. In fact, I have so much that I could be your sugar mommy, you little brat!â
His eyes widened. All of a sudden, his heart skipped a beat, and his mind went blank.
âYou think youâre something just because you have money? My mentor happens to be a wealthy heiress and a globally renowned designer. Despite her unimaginable riches, sheâs nowhere near as snobbish as you are!â Rose schooled him.
Silas looked confused. Why did that remark somehow ring a bell?
With that, Rose tossed the card onto his leather shoes and returned to her Ferrari. Then, she drove away in the creaky car.
Silas watched as the pink Ferrari disappeared into the night. After a moment, he snapped out of his daze. and grinned. âA pink Ferrari? What terrible taste.â