Chapter 4

I stared at those words, lost in thought.

In the past, I would voluntarily go pick him up from work every day, since each time earned me $500.

But given the two mishaps today, to be on the safe side, I called him.

I cut straight to the chase: "You're not planning to transfer me $3000, are you?"

Finn: "?"

Me: "You don't have any other women around to make me jealous, do you?"

"..." Finn was silent for three seconds. "Hazel, did you take the wrong medication?"

Hearing him scold me as usual felt warm and reassuring.

I sighed: "Wait for me, I'll be right there."

At the bottom of Finn's office building, Finn stood in the wind.

He was cupping his hands to light a cigarette. Seeing me get out of the car, he immediately put it out.

My voice was so gentle it could squeeze out water: "Let's go, Finny. Let's get in the car."

Finn raised his chin, gesturing for me to look at the Porsche Cayenne nearby.

Oh, Mr. CEO is tired of my Maybach.

No problem, I can drive any car.

I scurried over and pulled open the driver's door, saying to the driver inside: "Brother, get out. Shift change."

The driver was dumbfounded: "Miss, you?"

Finn seemed to sigh, walking over to open the back door: "Get in."

"Huh?" I was a bit confused but did as he said.

Finn also got in and the car started driving smoothly.

I asked: "Finny, where are we going?"

Finn said: "You'll know when we get there."

An ominous feeling vaguely rose in my heart.

Thirty minutes later, the car pulled into an amusement park that had already closed for the day.

What's going on? Amusement park horror night?

As soon as I got out of the car, I heard Finn snap his fingers coolly. In an instant, lights came on all over the amusement park, as if a dormant fairy tale world had suddenly come to life before our eyes.

I understood.

I grinned widely: "If you wanted me to accompany you to the amusement park, you could have just said so."

Finn held my wrist through his sleeve and led me inside, stopping in front of the carousel.

Golden neon lights flickered, dreamy music enveloping us.

Fragments of memories flashed through my mind, briefly making me lose focus.

I sniffled and pulled out my phone, patting his butt: "Go on, go on. I'll take photos for you."

Finn was first shocked by me patting his butt, but eventually held back and snatched my phone: "You go. I'll take the photos."

"?" I flew into a rage. "Why don't you just rob me directly?"

Does this guy know how much money this will cost me?

Finn: "?"

After a two-second standoff, Finn pressed his lips together: "I like watching people ride the carousel."

"?" I suddenly understood.

So he brought me here because he has that kind of fetish.

I patted his shoulder understandingly: "You should have said so earlier. Sis will satisfy you."

I happily ran towards my favorite horse.

The music turned romantic and beautiful, the lights around us slowly rising and falling, a gentle breeze caressing my face.

In the past, I had only watched others ride.

So this is what it feels like to ride a carousel.

After going on several rides together, my stomach growled as we got off the mini train.

He suddenly asked: "What flavor crepe do you want?"

I was stunned for a moment.

No one had ever asked me that question before. It was always me asking others.

I thought seriously: "I want durian flavor."

Finn nodded and rolled up his sleeves, walking into a crepe truck.

I was dumbfounded again.

I thought he would just buy me one at most. I didn't expect him to make it himself.

He skillfully spread out the batter, the aroma wafting out with the heat.

When handling the durian flesh, his facial expression was very stiff, most likely holding his breath.

Watching him concentrate on plating under the lights, I suddenly felt my heartbeat become more noticeable in my left chest.

He brought the plate over, a hint of anticipation hidden beneath his calm expression: "Try it."

I took a bite. Wow, it tasted better than mine.

He asked: "How is it?"

I was about to say "Super delicious" when a harsh female voice sounded in my mind: [Mid-level flattery received. $500 deducted.]

Anger burst out of my mouth: "It's okay. Just okay."

Based on my judgment of Finn, he would definitely get angry, grab my neck and growl "Woman, you're playing with fire."

But he didn't.