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Victoria did not expect that a man like Arnold would care about New Year's Eve.

So, he only took her home after midnight.

By the time she arrived home, there was already a thick layer of snow in the residential area. As if by mutual agreement, they did not brush the snowflakes off their hair.

"I'll go back now," she said in the dim light.

In the faint light, Arnold's eyes sparkled. He said, "I have to go on a business trip in three days and won't be back for a week."

Victoria pretended not to understand and said, "Uh-huh, I know."

Seeing that she no longer spoke, he stared at her without moving.

Inside the confined space of the car, Victoria had nowhere to hide. Was she expected to initiate the intimate gesture herself under Arnold's demanding gaze?

Under his watch, she gave in.

"Then I'll go to your mansion the day after tomorrow to wish you Happy New Year."