Quick Transmigration: Her Seduction Games - Chapter 12

Like a hissing kitten ready to bite someone, Ingrid gave Rembrandt a ferocious glare. As if giving up that her disinclination didn’t moved that someone, she twisted her waist and retracted her gaze from him. With a big move, she folded her arms and refused to look at the man beside her. Then she murmured with an almost inaudible voice, “You shouldn’t have come if you’re just going to do this….”

Ingrid bowed her head. To Rembrandt, she looked like she was sulking, but that’s not the case to Ingrid. She did it so she can bite her lower lip. This is her mannerism when she was trying to contain her frustration to herself.

Ahh Ingrid really wanted to pull her hair hard so she can vent some of it. If 1002 didn’t stop her from there, she will definitely uttered some nonsense, and she’s afraid that everything would have been ruined from there on. That was the first time that she wasn’t able to put her emotion in place. Ingrid thought that she was fine, only the thought of revenge kept her heart burning. But no, that damnable bastard’s betrayal left more impact on her than she could imagine.

With her quick wit she managed to put the situation under her control. Ingrid really need a hard drink, and move on from that jerk.

Rembrandt sighed then massaged his temple. He looked at the driver who kept his silence, waiting for his final instruction. He don’t want troubles, so he can’t let this spoiled child have her ways. So without batting an eyelid, he repeated his earlier words, “Go back.”

The driver nodded while he was turning on the engine. Ingrid on the corner didn’t say anything. What else can she say when Rembrandt’s very tone was screaming that he won’t accept any refusal.

“Inform your friends.” He ordered. Ingrid nodded but deep down she was wagging her middle finger at him.

F*ck you, you control freak.

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The ride on the way home worn her out. It’s no surprise since she just sat for a freaking twelve hours straight! For the last three hours, Ingrid can feel her buŧŧ burning. She couldn’t count anymore how many times she switched her position in an attempt to make her body comfortable, but to no avail, it just keeps on hurting.

It seems like this body was not accustomed to a long distance travelling. Ingrid before can sat on the plane for a day without feeling much jet lag, but now, a 12-hour road trip already made her feel like dying.

Ah, the situation made her crave for some piping hot coffee. She wanted to stop on some café, but Dana was still sulking, she needs to be stubborn.

Seeing the squirming lady beside him caused some guilt to creep in Rembrandt’s gut. There was still an hour left before they can reach their home. But it seems like they need to take some rest first. He looked down on his phone. The nearest adequate coffee shop is only a five-minute drive away, so he waited.

Ingrid sensed that the car stopped. She wished that she unknowingly lost consciousness and finally returned home without her noticing it, but of course, it was merely wishful thinking. Yet seeing the signage of the establishment in front of her made her think that it’s actually not that bad that a miracle didn’t occur.

After watching Rembrandt getting off the car by himself, Ingrid followed behind without uttering any word. In the counter, Rembrandt was in front of her so she can hear him ordering a pair of americano. Was the other one for her? She wondered because she remembered that he always bought Dana a strawberry frappuccino when they went into one. Ah, she recalled that Lu Wen saw her drinking an americano. Ingrid’s eyes flashed, she never knew that Lu Wen was a nosy person.

However, it appeared that it wasn’t the case. Rembrandt changed his order into a cup each of americano and strawberry frappuccino. Ingrid was curious as to what caused this mistake of his. And ȧssumed that it was because he got used to buying an americano for Lu Wen, thinking back to Lu Wen’s own cup when they met last, it’s seemed like they were holding the same one. It should be a cup of americano. Probably.