As he spoke, he slowed down the car and extended his large palm in front of Adele Horne.
"You think I'm a fool, kid? To the pub, I want to drink," Adele Horne flushed as she shifted the topic. The touch of their hands just moments ago had sent her heart racing once again. It was much like the sheer joy, tinted with a tinge of shyness, she had felt when Othiel Evans called to say he was waiting in front of her house.
"At your service, my dearest Adele," Othiel Evans chuckled softly, playing along like a eunuch, which made Adele Horne giggle.
"Get lost, who's yours!" Adele Horne blurted with a crimson face, but a hint of something strange surged in her heart.
The Porsche sped past the Serendipity Cafe like a gust of wind. Marcel Horne and Ruby Bluen, sitting inside, were unaware that Adele Horne was gradually stepping into Orlando Evans's scheme; they were also too preoccupied with their own affairs to notice anything else.
