The domineering Eldest Young Master Grant was undressing.
After speaking, he turned and strode to the bed, scooping her up by the waist, and together they fell onto the large bed.
Lily Shaw lay quietly with her eyes tightly closed, nestled obediently in Aiden Grant’s embrace.
Despite having slept on the way here, she wouldn’t fall asleep so easily now.
She remained very still, quietly nestled in the arms of a stranger.
The aura of her new husband was overwhelmingly strong, permeating her breath; every breath she took was filled with Aiden Grant’s essence.
Since the first time Lily Shaw met Aiden Grant, she knew he was a man whose very bones exuded a domineering aura, yet she did not find it repulsive.
The dignified Eldest Young Master of The Grant Family, to not conduct himself with authority would be an injustice to his noble status.
Wildly flamboyant, steering his own course—isn’t that the typical conduct of most aristocratic heirs?
Lily Shaw’s thoughts drifted far away, the suffocation in her chest growing stronger, the past tightly shackling her heart like handcuffs, barring anyone from entering or escaping.
She was unaware that Aiden Grant hadn’t slept either; he was staring at the fluffy hair of the person in his arms, his chest brimming with happiness.
She’s his, no one can take her away!
After waiting for a while to ensure he was truly asleep, she quietly got up, wrapped herself in a large overcoat, and took the car keys, leaving the villa.
Every item the Eldest Young Master Grant used was of top quality.
This Spyker sports car was a limited edition, top-notch item, the car’s lines perfectly crafted for high-speed racing.
With a cold expression, Lily Shaw started the car, soon shooting out like an arrow released from the string.
The Whisperwind Estate, West Suburb, located in the suburbs, lay just beyond the gates, with a highway stretching north and leading in minutes to a winding mountain road, where people often held racing competitions.
Lily Shaw was no stranger to this road; she often drove here alone whenever she was in a bad mood.
In reality, she wasn’t as obedient as she seemed on the surface.
All the things the young master and ladies of the aristocratic circle could play with or liked, she was familiar with every single one.
Smoking, drinking—everything except drugs, she’d tried, completely contrary to her delicate appearance.
As her friend Mandy Young said, Lily is truly a wild woman inside, just hidden beneath her gentle outer appearance and usual obedient girl image.
After driving over three thousand meters, Lily Shaw, who was venting by racing, suddenly felt a sense of foreboding. Follow the newest chapters on g.com.
Instead of slowing down, the car accelerated into a mad dash.
At four in the morning, on the scarcely populated highway, three black cars suddenly appeared—a Jeep, a Bugatti, and a Ferrari—the Jeep’s body, like a beast in the darkness, fiercely crashed towards her car’s head.
“Shit!” Lily Shaw couldn’t help but curse, her hands quickly twisting the steering wheel.
She had driven out of Aiden Grant’s car only to unwittingly become his scapegoat, targeted by his mortal enemies.
Inside the car, unseen by anyone, Lily Shaw’s face turned deathly pale, as if a pound of flour had been applied to it.
A long-dormant memory suddenly appeared, causing a suffocating sensation in her chest and making breathing difficult.
Lily Shaw’s abnormality quickly disappeared; she was escaping for her life, with no room for revisiting youthful whims.
Her face soon returned to normal, her gaze sharpening like a blade.
Her hands were frantically turning the steering wheel, her foot steady, the car accelerating in reckless bursts, yet still the suddenly appearing Ferrari smashed the right side of her car’s headlight.
[A cat, only appearing obedient.]