Your Guise Is Slipping, Miss Pearl (Pearl and Richard)
Chapter 714

Pearl paid no attention to Silas and returned to her seat at the office desk to continue working. Today's workload was heavier than usual, and she toiled until eleven o'clock at night.

Meanwhile, Silas sat on a couch nearby, amusing himself with his phone while he waited until eleven o'clock.

At a quarter past eleven, Pearl stretched and stood up. She had finally completed her tasks for the day.

"Have you finished your work?" Silas asked, setting aside his phone as he saw her rise.

Pearl was shocked when she heard him. She blinked her tired eyes, glancing into the dimly lit room. To her surprise, Silas was still there.

"Yes, I'm done. I'm heading home now. You should head home too," she replied, waving off any intention of accepting a ride from him.

"I've been waiting here for you for quite a while. Did I come here just to watch you work?" Silas grinned at Pearl, picking up her bag and nonchalantly shutting down her computer without asking for her consent. "Alright, it's settled. I'm giving you a ride home."

Pearl couldn't snatch her bag back due to his height, so she let out a resigned sigh. "Fine, you can give me a ride home. Just give me my bag back."

Silas wagged his finger teasingly. "No way, what if you try to escape once I return it to you?"

Pearl wondered if he took her as such a person. With an eye roll, she said sarcastically, "Then, take it if you want."

She walked away briskly, leaving Silas to follow her with a cheerful face since he had gotten what he wanted.

Pearl waited by the roadside, and Silas joined her. She snorted, finding him to be just a child. He claimed to be pursuing her, yet he lacked basic sensibility. "Hurry up and get the car. Why are you standing around?"

Silas nodded and pointed at a scooter nearby. "It's right here. Let me give you a ride home."

A scooter? Pearl was puzzled. How did the heir of the Quinton family end up using a scooter for transportation to work?

She asked, "Are you short on money?"

"Can't rich people ride a scooter?"

It was a reasonable question, and there seemed to be no problem with it. Pearl pursed her lips and reluctantly climbed onto the scooter.

The late summer air was warm, with a hint of heat. Her palms began to sweat, but she grabbed the hem of Silas's clothing to maintain her balance.

"Are you nervous? Your sweaty palms are making my clothes wet," Silas remarked with a teasing smile, raising his voice, which sent shivers down her spine.

"No, I'm not," Pearl replied with defiance, releasing her grip. However, she nearly tumbled when he navigated over a rough patch of road.

"Hold onto my waist." Silas noticed her unsteadiness and immediately seized her arms, wrapping them around his waist.

However, Pearl was reluctant. When she tried to release her hold, Silas purposely chose those bumpy roads. She eventually wrapped her arms around his waist.

Silas exuded a scent of cigarettes and alcohol, different from others she had encountered. It might be how the real world smelled like.

Pearl finally understood why playboys who frequented such places often smelled so unpleasant. She brought up a question, "By the way, there's something I've been curious about."

"What is it?"

"You told your parents that you like me and want to marry me, right?"

Silas nodded. "Yeah."

"Why did they agree to it?"

There were countless admirable women in the world, and the Quinton family was extensive, with plenty of suitable candidates to choose from. Pearl couldn't fathom why they would select her.