Chapter 13: Such a Coincidence

The moment their eyes met, his expression froze.

She quickly turned her head, wiped away the tears on her cheeks, and stood up.

"Mr. Parker, what are you doing here?" she asked, feigning calmness as she looked at him.

"Is that your catchphrase?"

Keira was puzzled for a moment and then realized that she seemed to ask him this question every time she saw him.

She awkwardly scratched her brow. "I'm just surprised to see the most respected Mr. Parker of North City on the side of the road."

"Spare me the formalities. What are you doing sitting here?"

"I don't think it's illegal to sit here."

"It's an eyesore."

She got anxious. "How am I an eyesore? This is a public road."

"From inside the car, you look like a stray cat abandoned by the roadside."

His words made her nose tingle with sadness.

Thinking about it, she felt she was no different from a stray cat—no family, abandoned, and no one waiting for her.

Her eyes filled with a touch of desolation. "Then I won't be an eyesore anymore. I'll leave."

"Where to?" he asked coldly. "Get in the car. I'm heading home anyway."

Home?

He walked a few steps and, seeing she hadn't followed, turned back and said coldly, "Not coming?"

"My luggage is still at school."

"The Parker family lacks nothing. You can collect your luggage tomorrow. Get in the car first."

Keira inexplicably got into his car.

It was quite a coincidence that as soon as they closed the car doors, the road that had been blocked for over ten minutes suddenly cleared up.

The traffic jam seemed designed for her to meet him—neither too early nor too late, just perfectly timed.

He instructed the driver, "No need to take a detour. Head straight home."

"Yes, Mr. Parker."

She looked at him. "Were you going somewhere just now? If you're busy, you can drop me off here. I can take a cab home."

"I was planning to go home anyway."

The driver glanced at the rearview mirror. Mr. Parker had just said he was going to the club.

Harrison glared at the driver through the rearview mirror. The driver immediately looked away, not daring to speak or think further, and obediently drove towards the villa.

"Did something happen just now?"

They sat in silence in the back seat for a good five minutes before Harrison spoke.

"No, I was just watching people in luxury cars stuck in traffic and found it amusing. Turns out money isn't everything."

He was displeased; she was lying. Did she really think she could fool him? "Then why were you crying?"

"Crying because I'm poor. I don't even have the right to sit in a car and curse traffic jams because I don't have a car."

Thinking about the thousand dollars she had just lost, her heart felt like it was being cut by a knife. She swore never to go out to eat with rich people again; losing money hurt more than heartbreak.

"You talk as if having a car means you can drive."

She turned to glare at him. Did he have to be so sharp?

"Mr. Driver, were you born knowing how to drive?"

The driver chuckled. "Miss, you're joking."

Keira raised an eyebrow and looked at Harrison provocatively. "It seems Mr. Parker is naturally gifted—born knowing how to drive as soon as he had a car."

The driver nervously swallowed.

Ms. Hunter... did she have a death wish?

Mr. Parker was formidable. And she dared to talk back to him?