Chapter 160
Bogus Billionaire
The return trip was scheduled for two days later. Ivan and the Mendeley family went to see Kirk and Caroline off.
Only Ivan and Bryan were sincerely saddened by their departure. Adam and Lia had only shown up because they were family friends.
âCaroline.â Bryan pulled her aside. âAvery has a gift for you, but she wanted me to give it to you in private. Iâm not supposed to let Kirk know about it.â
Caroline had noticed Averyâs absence, but sheâd chosen not to question it.
Now that Bryan brought up the topic, she couldnât help but ask, âWhy didnât she give it to me herself?â
Bryan scratched his head. âI asked. She said she couldnât show up in front of you. I donât know what that means. Anywayâ¦â
He handed Caroline an exquisite gift. âIâve completed my mission.â
Caroline weighed the gift in her hands. It was rather heavy. She wondered what was inside, but she believed it wouldnât be anything good.
âCaroline.â Bryan was blushing. âWhen will you be back again?â
She replied, âI donât know either. Iâll visit when I have the time. If youâre free, come and visit me at Easton.â
âOh, can I? Sure, you must see me if I ever go to Easton.â
Kirk frowned at the sight of the two chatting and smiling. Ever since their last WhatsApp message, he hadnât spoken to Caroline.
He gave Charles a look. Charles took the hint and went up to Caroline. âMrs. Morrison, itâs time to board the flight.â
She checked the time. âBut thereâs an hour left.â
Charles chuckled dryly. âWhy not wait for takeoff in the firstâclass area then? Weâve spent a fortune on it. Might as well enjoy it.â
She was convinced by his persuasion. After chatting with Bryan and saying goodbye to Ivan, she Kirk stared at her with a helpless smile and followed her toward the gate.
They flew home to Osbury without speaking to each other and landed at 3 am.
Since they had firstâclass seats, the experience was smooth. Caroline felt like time had flown by when they finally left the plane, Only Kirkâs presence dampened the mood.
She was about to take her luggage, but Charles acted fast. âMrs. Morrison, leave that to me.
Seeing that he had picked up Kirkâs luggage, she replied, âItâs okay. I can do it myself.â
Right after that, Kirk showed up in front of her and dragged her luggage with him. His slender figure and the pink luggage in his hand looked like a comical combination.
She fell silent and looked away, but she followed behind him.
After walking for a while, she noticed that they werenât headed toward the airport exit. Still refusing to speak to Kirk, she turned to Charles. âWhere are we going?â
Charles flashed a mysterious smile. âJust follow Mr. Morrison.â
She had no choice but to do so. A while later, she realized that they might be taking a private lane. She wanted to ask questions, but Charles had gone up to Kirk and opened a door for him.
It was a different world out thereâa place so quiet that it seemed to be separate from the rest of the world. A black MercedesâBenz was parked near the exit.
Charles placed the luggage in the trunk and opened the door at the back. âPlease.â
Caroline checked out the interior of the car and was about to get into the front passenger seat.
However, Kirk grabbed her wrist, making her fall into his arms.
She pushed against his chest in embarrassment, Frowning, he closed the door behind them.
Charles checked the surroundings to ensure that they werenât followed. Then, he got into the car and drove Kirk and Caroline to the villa.
Caroline moved her arms away from Kirkâs embrace. Still, he remained motionless, staring at her with his dark eyes. His eyes were gleaming with an unreadable look.
During the trip, neither of them spoke to the other. Charles noticed the flirtatious air and quietly put down the divider.
With his hand on her waist, Kirk was very tempted. He sucked on her lips. She tasted lovely, like a juicy fruit Ouch!
He tasted a metallic scent in his mouth. Squinting, he slowly sat up and wiped his lips It wasnât until Caroline saw the red stain on his lips that she realized what she had done.
She cowered in the corner of the car like a fearful rabbit. Her lashes trembled.
He glanced at her. âYouâre a coward. Why did you bite me then?â
âWell, you- Blushing, she stole a glance at Charles in the driverâs seat and held her tongue. She looked away and ignored Kirk.
Meanwhile, Kirk leaned against the armrest and admired Carolineâs reflection in the window.
In the dark, her oval face was covered. Her dark hair scattered smoothly across her shoulders. Her misty eyes seemed to glisten under the glow of the street lights.
When they arrived at the villa, Charles moved everything into the house before joining Kirk outside. Kirk lit a cigarette. Its reddish glow burned rapidly in the night.
âDo you want to tell Mrs. Morrison that Howard Collins is looking for you?â
Kirk gave Charles a sideâeye, his intentions clear.
âFrom today, we shall increase the security at Thome Corporation Pick her up on time after work every day. And send some bodyguards to follow her aroundâ
Charles nodded âSure.â
He couldnât help but glance at the second floor. âAre you fighting with Mrs. Morrison?â
He had noticed the tension a few days ago but dared not ask.
Kirk put out the cigarette and remarked, âYouâre a busybody.â
âSorry.â
The silence grew in the dark. Soon, Kirk kicked a stone and asked Charles, âYouâre married, arent you?â
Yeah âDo you fight with your wife?â
Of course,â Charles answered. âItâs normal for husband and wife to fight. Not fighting means that you donât care about each other, like she doesnât matter to you.â
That was Kirkâs first time hearing that idea. He lit another cigarette in front of his eyes. âGo on.â
Charles added, âSo, itâs okay to fight. More importantly, you need to resolve the situation. For example, if you forgot your anniversary, just get her another gift and coax her. Thatâs how you put it behind you.
May I ask the reason behind your fight with Mrs. Morrison?â
Kirkâs face was enveloped by the smoke. He said coolly, âI suggested that she marry another man Charles was secretly baffled and amazed by Kirkâs actions. Kirk just had a way to dig his own grave.