Jacob felt rather blank. He turned around and said coldly, "Just spill it already."
"Young Master Ye, are you mad?" Irene was a little taken aback and asked carefully.
"I won't dare," Jacob said flatly.
"I think...we should talk somewhere else, right?" Irene asked sincerely. She was being careful with her words lest making Jacob mad.
Irene was well known among the Capital City's social circle as a witch. Although she was often away, her name alone was still able to make others tremble in fear. However, with her acting so carefully in front of him, Jacob felt like she was not the witch everyone labeled her as, but an aimless young girl who was guilty of something and asking for forgiveness.
This changed Jacob's impression of her and his gaze softened as he nodded.
"Alright, I'll drive us," Irene smiled brightly and headed to the driver's seat.
"F**k it... why did I even agree to this?" Jacob started to regret immediately. Didn't he tell himself to stay away from her?