Chapter 147: Surprise

"Do you want a lift? We actually live close by," Jazmín asked, making it evident that she didn’t want him to refuse.

’Well...’

"Okay. I live on the fifteenth block."

"Yeah, come in."

This time Yasmin butted in before her daughter could and slapped the front seat next to her. "You can sit here."

Stunned by the prospect of two ladies who were basically strangers being kind enough to help him to his destination, Miles didn’t know how to refuse since he would probably sound hostile to their good gesture.

"Okay, thank you." He gave both of them a quick nod and got inside.

Yasmin smiled and started the car. But unlike the furious manner she drove before, she slowly stepped on the pedal, driving at a smooth, steady pace, obviously wanting to prolong the journey.

Meanwhile, Jazmín adjusted the way she sat and was boldly admiring Miles from behind.

’Wait, what’s going on? Am I getting kidnapped?’

Startled by the silent vibe, Miles inwardly joked that the two ladies were trying to kidnap him. But since the car moved very slow, he shifted his gaze to study the car’s interior while being actively conscious of any sign of danger.

’Looking at it from within, the car doesn’t feel like it’s newly bought in the slightest. In fact, other than the heavy scent of their perfumes, it seems to have been dusty and was roughly cleaned up. Based on its overall condition, it probably belongs to a man. I wonder where they moved into—’

"Miles?"

Shoving him from his thoughts, Jazmín’s voice sounded from behind him.

"Yes?"

Tilting a bit to glance, Miles suddenly noticed other features of the lady by his side.

She was wearing a white tank top and denim shorts, and had a striking dragon image tattooed flamboyantly over her thighs. From the look of it, it probably stretched up to her ass. That said, her thighs were semi-thick but looked hot, sexually appealing in several ways.

’Dragon tattoo?’

As someone who understood the dynamics of wealthy folks, especially the corporate ones, and had been in prison in his previous life—experiencing both high and low—Miles’ eyes shone with strange suspicion.

’Is she from the ghetto? If anything, she’s definitely not a high-class somebody. A prodigal rich daughter gone wild scenario?’

Keeping his thoughts and appreciation for her looks in mind, he smoothly shifted his attention to Jazmín, who seemed very interested in him and didn’t bother to hide it.

’It’s clearly our first time talking. Or is there any memory I failed to inherit? I can’t seem to figure out the idea behind that smile.’

"As you might know, we just recently moved into this estate. I don’t know a single thing about this place other than the fact it already feels boring as hell. As classmates, it would be totally fun if you could show me around. What do you say?" Jazmín puffed her cheeks, acting cute and excited as she stared at him.

’Huh?’

Amazed by how quick and shameless Jazmín actually was to pretend like she’s known him for long and ask him for something, he stayed expressionless and suddenly nodded in agreement after considering all her prospects.

’Is she into me? Then why should I refuse? Who knows, she might be sucking my dick soon anyways. I just need to play it as usual.’

"Although I’m sure hell isn’t boring, if anything, I agree with you. So why not?" Shrugging his shoulders in a simple manner and paying attention to the road, Miles agreed, leaving Jazmín stunned.

’He agreed? Hehehe, this is going to be easy. He’s falling for my charm.’

After monitoring him in class, she had graded him as a difficult type.

’Cold, nonchalant... his temperament gives off the vibe that he’s seen many beauties. Which isn’t surprising because with his looks, there are many girls like me who have given him the green light. From the way he glanced at me, he doesn’t look excited like boys usually do. Oh, handsome, more reason I should have you. So many girls in our class, but none seem to be on good terms with you because you rejected them. I wonder the look on their faces when you become my boyfriend. Alice won’t be able to pretend anymore either.’

Cough. Cough.

Yasmin feigned coughing and interrupted the two.

Behind her, Jazmín secretly punched the back of her seat.

Pretending not to notice the squabble between the two ladies, Miles appreciated the view of the duplexes along the way.

’Was she speeding just now? What’s with the change in pace, driving so slow?’

Sighting the Sinclairs’ duplex four houses away, he held back his thoughts.

Cough.

"Humm, Miles. That’s correct, right?" Sounding awkward, Yasmin spoke up, breaking the little silence just now.

"Yes." Responding with a calm nod, Miles glanced at the lady.

Feeling his heart stirring at the sight of her thighs, he held his gaze up to admire her other features, which were her beauty and the vague outline of her nipples.

’Although medium in size, they appear firm and strong. It’s hard to notice that she isn’t wearing a bra if not for the outline of her nipples.’

About to speak, Yasmin halted slightly, catching the fleeting focus in Miles’ eyes toward her chest. Instantly, the unfamiliar burden she felt trying to speak vanished, and her lips curled into a small smile.

"Can I ask you something?" she asked.

’Asking if you can ask?’

Inwardly amused by this concept, Miles responded with a nod that encouraged her to go on.

"Good. It isn’t hard to tell that my daughter and I recently moved into the estate. I have been meaning to introduce myself to a couple of neighbors around the block. Perhaps you would be so kind to help me out with food preferences."

’What the fuck?’

"Jazmín is your daughter?"

Recently he had been the one giving surprises on a streak, but the shock from this was unable to be kept inside, so he impulsively blurted out his thought while glancing at the mother and daughter duo with a strange light in his eyes.