At this time, it was easy to take a taxi at the entrance of Golden Cauldron Club.
Molly stopped a taxi soon.
The taxi driver stopped the car. Molly thought for a moment, and believed that she should say goodbye
to Christopher out of politeness.
So, she turned to Christopher and said, “Mr. Christopher, I'm...”
She hadn't finished her words yet. Christopher suddenly walked over and opened the taxi door one
step ahead of her. Then, he got into the taxi.
Molly was confused.
What was Christopher doing?
This car was hailed by her. Did he want to take the taxi first?
Originally, Molly planned to talk with Christopher in a friendly manner. But at that moment, she could
not calm herself down.
She stared at Christopher and said in an accentuated tone, “Mr. Christopher, I get to this car first.”
Christopher looked up at her and said, “Get in.”
Two short words revealed a pressure that she could not be ignored.
This reminded Molly of the angry Carl.
Carl was several years older than her, and he disciplined her most of the time when they were together.
He was usually easy-going. But when he was angry, it was quite different. She didn't dare to offend him
at all.
Molly instantly understood that Christopher was going to send her home by taxi.
She thought Christopher had given up this idea. But she didn't expect that Christopher still insisted on
sending her home.
This was quite ... surprising.
Molly hesitated. However, seeing Christopher's sharp eyes, she silently got into the car.
The carriage was exceptionally quiet and the atmosphere was quite strange.
The taxi driver turned on the meter, started the engine, and glanced at the rearview mirror.
Christopher was expressionless and sat upright. Looking nonchalant, he was either wealthy or
respectable and that he was not accommodating.
Molly, who sat beside him, looked easy-going.
The driver asked in the direction where Molly was sitting, “May I ask where you are going?”
Hearing this, Molly looked at Christopher.
Christopher felt Molly's gaze and glanced at her, “Where do you live?”
He said this as if she owed him money.
Molly curled her lips and told her address to the driver.
After that, the driver no longer looked back and stepped on the accelerator.
Molly lived not far, and it was a half-an-hour drive before she arrived.
“I'm home.” Molly put her hand on the door handle and was ready to get off, indicating that Christopher
didn't need to get off.
Christopher didn't say a word and opened the door on the other side.
Molly was so shocked that she immediately paid the fare and got off.
As soon as she got off, the taxi drove away like an arrow leaving the bow.
Molly turned her face to elude the dust from the car. She asked Christopher, “Why did you get off? It is
not easy to take a taxi here.”
Carl had always been willing to spend money on those close to him. Molly didn't have much money
when she escaped from her marriage. Carl rented this house for her. It was a high-end residential area
in a prime location. The rent was several hundreds of thousands of dollars a year.
Since it was a high-end residential area, it was not easy to take a taxi.
It seemed that Christopher didn't hear Molly and asked seriously, “I have sent you back. Aren't you
going to serve me a cup of water?”
Molly was stunned and said with hesitation, “It isn't appropriate ... It's almost midnight. How about I buy
you dinner another day?”
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