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    “Need a lift back to school? I can take you.”


    Once Flossie was securely fastened in her seat, Levy asked, his tone carrying an elusive yet distinctly altered note.


    Flossie, sensing the change in Levy’s demeanor, chose to ignore it. She met Levy’s gaze and stated, “I’m not in the mood to return to the dorm tonight.”


    Her message was subtle yet unmistakable.


    Flossie, a young postdoctoral researcher at Critport University, renowned for her rapid academic progress, was nearing her twenty-third birthday.


    Levy, without responding, ignited the engine of the Bentley.


    Flossie drifted off to sleep during the drive and woke up to discover they had arrived at the postgraduate area of Critport University.


    “Why are we at my dorm?” Flossie asked, confusion evident in her voice.


    Levy rolled down the window and started smoking, his expression turning contemtive.


    The cigarette smoke caused Flossie to cough.


    The cough made Levy pause, but he decided to keep smoking.


    “Flossie, I think we should break up.”


    Even as Levy’s voice faded into the silence of the car, Flossie remained lost in her thoughts, not fully returning to reality.


    She questioned her own ears, uncertain, and asked, “What… did you say?”


    “Flossie, we’re just not right for each other,” Levy dered.


    Flossie’s face quickly went pale, and she couldn’t even manage a smile. She could only ask in a t tone, “Why are we not right for each other? It’s only been half a month. How can you be so sure we’re not a match?”


    Levy took a drag on his cigarette and exhaled, filling the car with swirling smoke rings. He then shifted his gaze to the girl seated next to him.


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    Flossie’s features were soft and inviting. Her gentle presence and refined air made her the kind of person one could easily feel at ease with. She was such a beautiful and delicate girl.


    “Flossie, have you ever wondered about the kind of women I have dated before?” Levy asked suddenly.


    Flossie shook her head, looking unhappy.


    Without offering more exnation, Levy simply gestured toward 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 ufortable, like sitting on pins and needles. She felt a deep ache in her heart.


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