Reckless Marriage Unyielding Love

Carlos also glanced worriedly in the restroom's direction.

For a moment, he felt sorry for Elvis.

When Elvis returned to his seat, four steaks, several delicate desserts, and a bottle of red wine were served.

Everyone was hungry, and they quietly enjoyed their dinner. Carlos had cut Mikayla's steak before swapping their plates, making Juliet more frustrated when she was cutting her steak. However, Mikayla was genuinely hungry and didn't have time to pay attention to her.

"Juliet, why don't you let Elvis cut it for you?" Carlos couldn't help but suggest.

"Forget it!" Juliet ate the steak on her fork.

She had been watching and suffering from the couple's displayed affection all day. Even if she was in a relationship, she still felt like a singleton.

They ate at a leisurely pace. By the time they finished, it was already 12 a.m.

Carlos pulled Mikayla and left, asking the other two not to disturb their private time.

'It's already midnight, and the two aren't even married yet. What private time are they talking about?' they thought.

Only Juliet and Elvis were left at the entrance of the largefine dining restaurant.

Juliet suddenly said, "Drive me home!"

She came there with Carlos' car today. It was already late, and if she didn't ask, she believed Elvis would leave her alone there.

"Let's go," Elvis replied.

There were many things done out of politeness.

Juliet wouldn't dwell on it too much. She just needed to get back to her home safely. After a long day, even she, who was usually full of energy, was truly exhausted.

Elvis drove the car personally today. When Juliet got in the car, she realized there were only the two of them.

Elvis rarely drove himself, but he was good at driving.

The car drove on the relatively quiet street in Xosa, and both of them remained silent.

Elvis was naturally quiet. Although Juliet loved to talk, she was silent at that moment.

The atmosphere in the car made Juliet drowsy. She watched the streetlights outside, and it was as if they were hypnotizing her, causing her already heavy eyelids to struggle before she fell asleep against the window.

Elvis knew Juliet had fallen asleep when he heard her breathing deepen.

The traffic light ahead turned green, but Elvis stopped the car and rolled up the window.

At that moment, a black car stopped beside him, and the man sitting in the passenger seat saw Juliet inside the car from the window.

The moment was short, but Brantley believed he wasn't so drunk that he was seeing things.

Tonight, he had accompanied Giovanni to a social gathering and had a few drinks. he had called a designated driver, but he hadn't expected to see Juliet. He also recognized the driver was Elvis, the owner of Septem Nightclub.

It was also the same person he had seen Juliet hand something to at Septem Nightclub last time.

When the traffic light changed, Brantley's eyes flashed sharply as he watched the Cayenne drive in a different direction from his. The car was headed toward the Klein residence.

The journey from the fine dining restaurant to the Klein residence wasn't long.

After about ten minutes, the black Cayenne stopped in front of the Klein residence.

Elvis' hand remained on the steering wheel as he glanced at Juliet sleeping soundly in the passenger seat.

Just as Elvis was unsure of what to do, Juliet's phone rang.

She was startled. The special ringtone reminded her of who was calling, and she searched her phone everywhere.

Elvis reminded her, "It's over there."

Ignoring Elvis' icy tone, Juliet followed his indication and found her phone in the side pocket on her left.

She made a hushing gesture to Elvis and adjusted her tone to sound as gentle as possible. "Brantley, it's late. What's up?" Elvis' cold gaze remained fixed on Juliet.

"Are you asleep?" Brantley asked.

Juliet pursed her lips and darted her eyes around, only to meet Elvis' strange gaze.

"Juliet?" Brantley asked again.

Juliet averted her gaze and scratched her hair. She chuckled softly. "Not yet, I just arrived home."

"I just finished a social gathering and happened to pass by your place. Can you wait for me outside?" Brantley said.

"Okay!" Juliet obediently replied.

'Passing by my house? His place isn't even in the same direction as mine,' she thought.

But when she remembered this, there was only a string of beeping sounds left on the other end of the phone.

'What... Brantley's coming?' Realization hit Juliet.

It was late, and she had a boyfriend. She thought if Brantley, who was about to arrive, saw her, it would be troublesome to explain.

"Elvis, thank you! I won't keep you any longer. See you never!" Juliet grabbed her things and hurriedly got out of the car.

However, before she could close the car door, she was hit by the taillights of a car behind her.

A black Mercedes stopped, and Brantley got out of the car, impeccably dressed, and strode toward Juliet.

Juliet smiled at Brantley and closed the car door.

"Mikayla had her wedding photos taken today, so I went to see if I could help. After we finished, we all had dinner together. It got late, so asked one of Carlos' friends to give me aride back. We just finished eating not long ago," Juliet quickly explained.

She was afraid that Brantley might misunderstand her.

Men probably wouldn't like it if their girlfriends were with other men.

Moreover, if Brantley found out that Elvis was the one rumored to be with her that night, she wondered if he would overthink it.

Such thoughts flashed through Juliet's mind.

As Juliet closed the door, Elvis didn't linger and drove away.

He glanced in the rearview mirror and saw Brantley holding Juliet, the two of them kissing.

He withdrew his gaze impassively and steered the wheel. The expression on his face remained icy.

Juliet thought she was still dreaming.

Even she herself didn't know how Brantley ended up kissing her.

His lips carried a faint taste of alcohol.

She had imagined countless

es

how Brantley would kiss her, or perhaps he wouldn't initiate it, and she would be the one to initiate eagerly one day.

Judging from his current behavior, she wondered if it was because was drunk or because he saw her

getting out of someone else

car.

Of course, Juliet didn't want to dwell on it too much, as long as the result was that he had kissed her.

Brantley's kissing skills weren't great, even though it was Juliet's first kiss.

But she had read a lot of romance novels and seen plenty of intimate movies.

In the end, it was Juliet who was more skilled.

As their lips parted, Brantley clearly saw the confident look in Juliet's eyes, like she was looking at prey.

"Um, it's not like that... I just happened to read some porn in my spare time..." Juliet explained.