Mr. Warner, Your Wife is Running Away Again!-Chapter 225: Flirting with Men

Stephen Sutton didn’t even glance back at Phoebe King, slowly rolling down the car window for air as he answered her question: "Every bit of it."

Phoebe King slightly stood up, leaning towards the car’s side mirror to check herself out, inspecting her face seriously, and then said, "I don’t look too bad, right? Maybe not a rare beauty, but definitely prettier than that rich girl, right? Also, did you notice her skin? Even with all that foundation, you can see her pores. And look at mine..."

As she said this, Phoebe King leaned closer to Stephen Sutton: "Touch and see, isn’t it super smooth?"

Stephen Sutton frowned and pushed her head away, displeased, "Sit properly."

Phoebe King obediently sat back in her seat and continued chattering, "My chest is bigger than hers, my waist is slimmer, my legs are longer, and my family’s house is much bigger than her villa. My parents are doing business abroad. I don’t know if we have as much money as her family, but I can guarantee you’ll never have to worry about food and drink with me."

As she kept talking, Phoebe King realized something felt off; she sounded like she was proposing a mountain bandit wife.

Clearly, she should be a delicate girl, asking him with tears in her eyes why he doesn’t like her.

She knew men have no resistance to women’s tears; she understood the logic, but the idea of acting pitiful and whining to a man made her feel disgusted.

Maybe... is this why she lost to Rosalind Sherman?

"Do I look like someone who worries about food and drink?" Stephen Sutton questioned her.

Phoebe King was taken aback, chuckled dryly, and said, "Of course not, I just mean that with someone like you, you could have better choices. You can think it over carefully. Besides, marriage is a lifetime thing, you’ve only known her for how long? Even if you have a slight interest in her now, you could try spending some time together calmly first, and you might discover she’s not the right one for you, then you two can say goodbye amicably."

"Imagine rushing into marriage impulsively, and after getting married, you find out she doesn’t understand you at all, and you don’t match in any way. It’ll be too late to regret then."

"If you don’t have kids, fine, it’s easy to divorce if incompatible, but if you have a kid, you might feel bad about leaving because of the child. If you don’t leave, you’ll be living in misery. Isn’t that right?"

Stephen Sutton waited for her to finish rambling before asking, "Are you done talking?"

Phoebe King said earnestly, "Don’t think I’m being naggy, I’m just reminding you. Just because you like her now doesn’t mean you’ll like her tomorrow. What I really mean is..."

Phoebe King stood up slightly, leaned close to him with a cheerful smile, and said, "In case one day you find she’s not suitable, you can always come back to me; I’ll be waiting for you."

Stephen Sutton had never seen a girl so brazen before and couldn’t resist asking her, "Don’t your parents care that you’re out flirting with men every day?"

"Who’s flirting with men every day? And even if I was, I’m only flirting with you! I’m very loyal!"

Stephen Sutton found himself helpless against such a thick-skinned girl who couldn’t be driven away with words or scolding. Sighing in defeat, he said to Phoebe King, "If there’s nothing else, get out. I don’t have time to listen to your nonsense."

Phoebe King slumped back in the chair, reaching for a pillow beside her, fiddling with the short tassels, and lazily pleading, "Can you take me home?"

"Didn’t you drive here yourself?"

Phoebe King said, "I haven’t slept for a day and a night. The traffic police told me not to drive when tired, and I’m really sleepy now."

Phoebe King, who was just chattering endlessly, now suddenly played sleepy, clearly intending to stay in the car.

Stephen Sutton wasn’t sure how he ended up with such a persistent girl.

For a few seconds, the car was silent. Phoebe King opened one eye to peek at Stephen Sutton, a bit afraid he’d forcefully throw her out of the car.

She thought he was capable of such a thing.

But to her surprise, after the silence, he coldly asked, "Address?"

Phoebe King sat up with a start and quickly recited the address to him: "Block B, Building 3, Unit 18-2, The Orchid Pavilion."

Stephen Sutton didn’t look at her, just started the car.

He didn’t want to waste time with her. She had more patience than he expected.

It was better to send her home quickly so he could go home too.

Phoebe King was also a bit taken aback, completely unexpecting that he’d actually agree to take her home.

Though she knew he was mostly just impatient, and because his brother-in-law was her distant cousin, he didn’t want to be too harsh. So he just wanted to get rid of her as quickly as possible.

But no matter what, she was now sitting in his car, heading towards her home, feeling quite pleased.

Tiredness was real; after all, it was almost 2 AM by now.

Phoebe King lay curled up on the back seat, playing with the tassels of the pillow, and asked him, "Are you childhood sweethearts with her? I heard from Audrey that you had contact with her when you were kids?"

Stephen Sutton: "Stop asking my sister about me."

Phoebe King pouted, "Fine, if you won’t tell, at least let me ask others. Why do you have to be so unreasonable?"

Stephen Sutton didn’t respond to her.

A few seconds later, Phoebe King asked again, "Have you had a girlfriend before?"

Without waiting for an answer, Phoebe King switched topics, "There are lots of new movies coming out in January; do you have any favorites? I’ll take you to see one."

Still getting no response from Stephen Sutton, Phoebe King huffed softly, murmuring, "I think you’re in such a rush to get married because you’re afraid the rich girl will discover your bad temper and call off the engagement?"

Stephen Sutton remained silent, eyes on the road.

Phoebe King kept talking to herself, but her voice was the only sound in the car, naturally falling into Stephen Sutton’s ears: "Honestly, I don’t mind your bad temper..."

"If this arranged marriage falls through, could you consider me instead?"

Her voice was soft, like she was talking in her sleep, not insisting on a response from Stephen Sutton.

Finding herself running out of steam, Phoebe King too felt tired, kicking off her high heels and curling up in the back seat, hugging the pillow as she watched Stephen Sutton’s back, lost in her thoughts, slowly closing her eyes.

A few minutes passed before Stephen Sutton noticed the unusual quiet in the car. At a stop light, he slowly turned to glance at her, finally realizing she had fallen asleep.

He felt a sense of relief, finally some peace and quiet.