Chapter 200: Chapter 200: Honey, You Can Drive Now
Ivana struggled, trying to escape Leon Keane’s embrace.
Of course, Leon wouldn’t let her go. He held her, inhaling the natural fragrance emanating from her—not the artificial perfume, which was harsh and unpleasant.
Leon couldn’t resist taking a few more sniffs, and softly said, "Honey, let’s talk in the car."
His warm breath brushed against her ear and neck.
Ivana shrank her neck, her face growing redder and hotter.
She said, "Leon, stop messing around. I have things to do, let me go."
Leon said, "I know you have things to do, that’s why I’m here to accompany you!"
Ivana frowned, who asked you to accompany?
Leon said, "I’ve already called Timmy. I spoke with him; we’re going to the Monroe family’s old residence to pick him up, and Grandpa Monroe is aware that I’m coming."
Ivana: "..."
Seeing Ivana silent, Leon knew she was at a loss and had no choice but to acquiesce.
Leon turned around while holding Ivana and headed toward the bright red Bugatti Veyron. "Grandpa Monroe’s health isn’t great, so I brought him some supplements."
Ivana said, "That’s thoughtful of you."
Leon smiled, "It’s only right, isn’t it? Honey, what do you think of this red Bugatti Veyron? Isn’t it pretty?"
Ivana frowned, "Leon, can you not call me that in public? It’s easy for others to misunderstand."
Isn’t misunderstanding even better?
Leon said, "Honey, you still haven’t answered me. Is it pretty?"
Ivana was utterly speechless dealing with Leon’s domineering personality; it’s something he probably won’t change in his lifetime.
Ivana ignored Leon.
Leon: "Honey... say something!"
"Honey... why aren’t you saying anything?"
"Honey..."
Ivana couldn’t stand it anymore, "Okay, okay, it’s pretty! Can you stop calling me that now?"
Leon laughed, opened the driver’s door, and stuffed Ivana inside: "Glad you like it."
Ivana looked dazed.
Leon closed the driver’s door, got into the front passenger seat, and fastened his seatbelt: "Honey, let’s drive."
The female onlookers outside cheered.
"Wow~ A domineering CEO gifting his girlfriend a dazzling red Bugatti Veyron, that’s so cool. I’m so jealous, boo hoo hoo."
"I’m a lemon spirit; I admit, I’m sour."
"Being sour won’t help. Others have a domineering CEO; we should go home and find our own mom."
The soundproofing of the luxury car was excellent, and Ivana couldn’t hear the female onlookers outside. She turned to look at Leon, speechless.
"This is your car; you should drive."
"Wrong, this car is a gift from your husband; you just said earlier you liked it."
Ivana felt she was played by Leon.
"I said I liked it, but not in the way you think."
"Whatever the meaning is, it doesn’t matter. Honey, look! My Bugatti Veyron is silver, yours is red. When parked together, aren’t they a perfect match?"
"Leon." Ivana raised her voice, slightly overwhelmed by his eagerness, "This car is too expensive, I don’t want it. Besides, I don’t know how to drive such a luxury car."
"Expensive? It’s just a car, and it’s not worth much; the main thing is it matches mine. If you can drive a regular car, you can drive this one; just imagine it’s a regular car."
Ivana held her forehead, feeling helpless.
"I haven’t driven in a while; suddenly handling a luxury car, I’m afraid something may happen."
"With me sitting as your co-pilot, what could happen? Just drive confidently!"
"What if I crash it?"
"If you crash it, I’ll buy you another one."
Ivana felt that if she continued talking to him, it would go on endlessly. Leon’s domineering nature meant he wouldn’t compromise and would use various reasons to make her accept.
Ivana thought about buying this car with her money, she was in need of a car, but the price of this Bugatti Veyron was too high. She had to save up to buy Grandpa’s villa once the fashion line launched. Even if she didn’t need to buy Grandpa’s villa, she wouldn’t be able to afford Leon’s Bugatti Veyron.
She was overthinking.
Ivana changed her mind, deciding to drive this car today and call for a chauffeur tomorrow to return it to his company.
Ivana planned to settle on a cheap second-hand car tomorrow for commuting.
She had a car.
Leon had no reason to force this car upon her.
Ivana fastened her seatbelt, gripped the steering wheel with her small hand, and started the engine.
Leon expected Ivana’s driving to be unstable, at least a bit rusty, but he was surprised as she drove the Bugatti Veyron more steadily than he did.
Leon raised his eyebrows slightly, "Honey, your driving skills are impressive!"
Ivana pursed her lips and didn’t respond to him.
Leon wasn’t annoyed and continued, "Honey, did you often drive luxury cars abroad?"
Leon was right; Ivana was a renowned fashion designer abroad, and her collaborators actively provided her with luxury cars.
Limited-edition luxury cars were expensive, but the regular versions abroad were not as costly as they were domestically; they were generally standard for major brands.
However, Ivana never drove a Bugatti Veyron; this level of luxury car was reserved for CEOs and presidents of major companies.
Ivana was exhausted from hearing Leon call her "Honey" throughout the drive to the Monroe’s old residence; her ears felt almost numb.
The Monroe’s old residence.
The bright red Bugatti Veyron barely reached the estate’s iron gate before a servant hurried over to pull it open, expressing awe toward the car, with their mouths forming an ’O’ shape.
What brand of luxury car is this? Never seen it before in Ravenswood?
Who could the owner of this luxury car be in Ravenswood?
The Monroe family didn’t seem to have such a wealthy relative.
The servant chased after the car’s trunk, eyes fixed on the Bugatti Veyron’s driver’s seat, watching Ivana step out from it.
The servant’s expression brightened.
Holy cow~
When did the eldest daughter become so wealthy?
Then Leon emerged from the passenger seat, handsome like a deity descended to earth. Though a man himself, the servant couldn’t help but admire Leon’s stunning looks.
Is he the future son-in-law?
Hmm, the future son-in-law, he seems familiar... TV?
Leon took out the gifts, wrapped in a red bag with no visible branding, leaving Ivana unable to discern what he was carrying.
"Mommy."
As Ivana stepped into Gavin Monroe’s room, Timmy Monroe jumped off his chair and dashed to Ivana’s waist, affectionately calling her.
Ivana smiled, gently patting Timmy’s head.
Timmy tilted his head, seeing Leon come in from behind, his youthful face lighting up with a smile: "Daddy."
Leon laughed, deliberately loud: "Hey, my precious son."
Ivana’s fair face blushed again, pleading, could you be more low-key? Are you afraid others wouldn’t know Timmy is your son?
Gavin Monroe saw them arrive together, his aged face breaking into a smile.
"Grandpa, here are some gifts for you."
"Oh~ It’s wonderful that you’ve come, what need is there for gifts?"
Gavin Monroe chuckled happily.
Butler Chaucer took over the gift Leon handed over, and when he opened it, his whole body shivered in shock, "One thousand two hundred year wild ginseng."