Chapter 686 First Date

Chapter 686 First Date

After Yolanda sent the video, she sent another voice message.

"Paxon, I just happened to catch it on camera by accident. That man said he wanted to marry Ms. Cross, and Ms. Cross didn't refuse - she even got in his car. Maybe there's some misunderstanding, don't take it to heart. I believe Ms. Cross isn't that kind of casual person. Talk it out properly at work tomorrow, don't fight."

Every sentence seemed to consider both of them, but in reality, each one was stirring up trouble.

A cold smile curved Paxon's lips as his slender fingers tapped on his phone screen.

[Free tonight? I'll take you somewhere.]

Seeing this message, Yolanda got so excited she almost choked on her own saliva.

She knew it - someone as dominant as Paxon couldn't possibly tolerate Victoria being so close to another man.

He must be jealous, that's why he was asking her out.

At the thought of going on a date with her crush, Yolanda's heart soared with joy.

She immediately replied: [I'm free, where are we going?]

Paxon: [8 PM tonight, I'll pick you up at your place.]

Yolanda couldn't describe how she felt right now.

She could barely suppress the smile on her face.

She couldn't wait to drive home.

For her first date with Paxon, she had to dress up beautifully and show him she was no worse than Victoria.

Yolanda spent over an hour on makeup.

She tried on every outfit in her closet, finally choosing a figure-hugging purple mermaid evening gown.

Paired with 4-inch stiletto heels.

Standing before the full-length mirror looking at her sexy figure, a confident smile played on her lips.

She refused to believe that boring girl Victoria had more feminine charm than her.

What man wouldn't like a sexy bombshell like her?

Paxon was no exception.

She grabbed her limited-edition handbag and went downstairs. Paxon was already waiting below.

He was driving a Bugatti Veyron, also a limited edition.

This made Yolanda's already racing heart beat even faster.

She walked over with elegant steps, her voice soft and sweet: "Paxon, how do I look?"

Paxon glanced at her openly and said without hesitation: "Very beautiful, get in."

Hearing this, Yolanda was overjoyed.

Paxon had always been picky and rarely praised anyone.

For him to compliment her beauty so directly - he was probably already imagining tearing her clothes off.

Yolanda was already picturing countless scenes in her mind - her arm linked with Paxon's, walking into a luxury restaurant under everyone's gaze, making tomorrow's front page headlines.

People would definitely say they were a perfect match.

Then what would it matter if Victoria grew up with him - she'd still have beaten her to it.

Sitting in the passenger seat, she kept touching her earrings, then her necklace, trying to get Paxon's attention.

But no matter what she did, Paxon focused on driving, not even giving her a glance.

Getting anxious, she turned to look at Paxon: "Paxon, where are we going?"

Paxon responded coolly: "Almost there."

A few minutes later, the car pulled into a parking lot.

Yolanda looked around - there were no fancy restaurants here.

And the people getting out of their cars were all giving her strange looks.

Everyone was dressed casually, while she stood there in her purple mermaid dress, sticking out like a sore thumb.

Yolanda looked at Paxon with confusion: "Paxon, what is this place? I don't think I've been here before."

Paxon pointed at the big screen: "Racing track, brought you to watch a race. You don't dislike it, do you?"

Yolanda: "......"

Their first solo date, and he brought her to a place like this?

People who liked racing were all trendy types, wearing either jeans or casual clothes.

Who dressed as formally as her, like she was attending some gala?

Yolanda felt her cheeks burning, stammering: "I, I thought we were going to a restaurant for dinner, that's why I dressed like this."

Paxon paused mid-step and turned to look at her: "You haven't eaten yet?"

Yolanda blinked: "Have you?"

"I ate at the office. My oversight, I should have told you earlier. There's a taco stand up ahead, want to grab one to tide you over? Don't want you going hungry."

Tacos?

Was Paxon joking?

First date and he's offering her tacos.

Though annoyed inside, Yolanda's face showed a sweet smile: "No need, I usually don't eat dinner. Dieting."

She was about to link her arm with Paxon's, but he bent down to tie his shoelace, perfectly avoiding her touch.

After tying his lace, he just said "Let's go," then walked straight toward the racing venue.

Yolanda could only trot after him in her 4-inch stilettos.

Seeing someone dressed so formally at a racing venue, someone curiously asked: "Miss, are you performing for us after the race?"

Yolanda was furious enough to blow up on the spot.

But with Paxon present, she could only swallow her anger: "No."

Then she hurried after Paxon.

They sat in the VIP viewing area.

A big screen in front showed the live race feed.

Five minutes until the race started.

The racers were ready and waiting for the signal to shoot off.

Yolanda was a bit excited: "This feels so thrilling, I really envy the racers who can compete. They must be amazing. I've loved race car drivers since I was little."

Paxon glanced at her sideways and asked in a low voice: "Really? Which of these cars do you think will win?"

Yolanda knew nothing about racing, but still pretended to be knowledgeable.

Seeing that racer number eighteen seemed to be a girl, she immediately said: "I pick number eighteen. For a girl to compete in this kind of race, her courage must be unmatched. I really admire this girl, she's basically my idol."

Hearing her say this, Paxon looked at car number eighteen on the big screen, his lips curving slightly, his voice carrying undisguised affection: "She's my idol too."

Hearing his gentle tone, Yolanda felt secretly pleased.

Victoria, so this is the type Paxon likes.

Let's see how you act all high and mighty in front of me now.

She took out her phone and snapped a photo of the girl in that car.

The girl was fully geared up, she couldn't see her face clearly, only felt those eyes looked somehow familiar.

But she didn't pay much attention, keeping her eyes fixed on that car.

At the signal, the roar of engines instantly filled the track.

Every car shot out like an arrow from a bow.

Yolanda screamed nervously: "Number eighteen, go! You're my idol!"

Seeing her support number eighteen so enthusiastically, a playful smile curved Paxon's lips.