Chapter 267

Without offering more explanation, Levy simply gestured towards the seat beneath her. “Many women have sat in this passenger seat before," he said bluntly, "and I have shared intimate moments with several of them right here." When Flossie understood, she blushed with shame and then turned pale. Her fingers curled without her even noticing, but when she realized she was clutching the leather seat, she quickly let go, as if shocked by electricity. Sitting in this seat felt uncomfortable, like sitting on pins and needles. She felt a deep ache in her heart. Flossie inhaled lightly, striving to maintain her dignity in his presence. Levy let out a soft sigh. "Flossie, I'm not the right guy for you. It's better to end things sooner rather than later." Flossie looked down, her hands clutching the seatbelt tightly. She stayed quiet for a long time. Levy waited patiently for her answer. She raised her head once more, saying, "Levy, what if I told you it doesn't bother me? Your past is just that,