Upon hearing her protest, Mo Yuan leaned closer and whispered in a deep voice, "Ah Luo, I want you tonight by my side."
Han Luo felt as if a bucket of hot water was splashed on her body. Her face instantly turned red. She secretly stole a glance at the chauffeur in case he heard Mo Yuan's words. If he did, that would be embarrassing.
She sighed in relief when the chauffeur showed no reaction. Afterward, she pushed Mo Yuan away from her. She silently glared at him.
Mo Yuan chuckled in a low tone. Seeing her face flushed in embarrassment and the fire in her eyes in fury, it amused him.
When they reached Mo Yuan's home, they were greeted by Martha. With a solemn expression, she welcomed them both. "Welcome home, Young Master…. Miss Han."
Han Luo's teeth flashed with a smile. "Thank you, Miss Martha. It's good to see you." She knew Martha didn't like her and yet she would smile at her joyfully, adding oil in the fire.
