She reached for the car door again, only to have Jethro press his hand against it once more. Darcy was confused. "Mr. Blackwood, your date is still waiting in the restaurant. Walking out like this looks bad, doesn't it?" The slight frown on Jethro's brow instantly smoothed out upon hearing that. A hint of a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth. "You think the person in the restaurant is my date?" "Isn't she?" "How did you come to that conclusion? Tell me your reasoning." Darcy was at a loss for words. "I—" But whether she was or wasn't, what did it have to do with her? Just as Darcy was about to speak, a loud beep sounded from behind. A horn blared.The next second, a window rolled down. A middle-aged man yelled, "If you want to flirt, go home! Don't block the parking lot!" Darcy flushed with embarrassment. "Mr. Blackwood, I really have to go. You should head back." "Hmm." He finally released his hand and turned away unhurriedly. The cramped space instantly felt brighter. Jethro walked around the front of the car, opened the passenger door, and got in. Darcy froze. "I had a bit to drink. Not fit to drive. Would you mind giving me a lift?" he stated his lie brazenly. Another car horn blared. Darcy didn't dare waste time. She immediately got into the driver's seat and started the car. Once on the main road, she still asked, "Are you sure you don't need to go back?"Jethro almost laughed in exasperation. He raised an eyebrow. "What, are you that eager for me to go back?" "N-No." Silence settled in the car, lingering between them. Soon, they were back at the company. In the underground parking garage, Darcy parked the car, unbuckled her seatbelt, and turned to look at the man in the passenger seat. The underground lighting wasn't as bright. His face was half in shadow, half in light, indescribably attractive. Darcy forced herself to look away and reminded him, "Mr. Blackwood, we're here. You can get out now." She reached to push the car door open, but he beat her to it by locking the doors. This car was bought on Jethro's orders; of course, he was familiar with it.Darcy was momentarily stunned. Then his husky voice filled the car. "Don't you have anything to explain?" Explain? He said explain. That word choice confused Darcy even more. "'We're actually not that close,' hmm?" Darcy's mind seemed to explode. So he knows about what happened at the restaurant. She pressed her lips together, wanting to say something but not knowing how. Deny it? But she had said it, and there were two witnesses. Explain it? There was nothing to explain, because she hadn't been wrong. She lifted her gaze again, clear and steady. "Mr. Blackwood, we really aren't that close, are we? Aside from our professional relationship, we don't seem to have any other—" Before she could finish the word "relationship," her lips were abruptly sealed by his. Darcy stiffened completely, her eyes wide as she stared at the nearly frantic man in front of her, almost forgetting to breathe. It took a moment for her to react. They were in the underground parking garage. Not many people around, but what if a colleague saw them? Darcy didn't even dare to think of the consequences. She struggled fiercely, pounding on his shoulders. Finally, Jethro pulled away from her lips. His breathing was heavy, sounding incredibly intimate in the quiet car. His broad forehead pressed against Darcy's. His voice was husky, full of desire. "Are we close now?" Darcy was already spooked silly, her face pale with a rosy flush. She stammered, "A-A little..." "Hah, just a little?" he scoffed lightly. The next second, an even more intense kiss swept over her."How about now?" Darcy gasped for breath, the remaining oxygen in her mouth seemingly all sucked away. She felt dizzy and didn't quite catch what he was asking. Suddenly, loud footsteps echoed in the quiet underground garage. Stratagem Tech employees! Darcy froze completely, looking at Jethro with a plea in her eyes. His long arm wrapped around her waist. With his other hand, he hooked a finger and pressed a button under the driver's seat. The seatback suddenly reclined flat. His arms braced on either side of her, and they both leaned back, lying down together. The people outside noticed nothing unusual in the car. "Mr. Mason, that restaurant was great! Good ambiance, great food. Must've been expensive!""My treat! Cost isn't the point. The main thing is you all enjoyed it!" "You're the best, Mr. Mason! How about this—I'll treat the project team to coffee this afternoon!" "Wow! Awesome!" Only after the footsteps faded away did Darcy let out a huge sigh of relief. Their eyes met—his eyes deep—and her heart slammed against her ribs. A light blush colored her cheeks. "Y-You... get up." But he showed no intention of moving. His warm breath brushed against her ear. He said, "The person I had lunch with was Ms. Mara Hayes. She specializes in divorce cases. With her help, you can recover the child support from John." Darcy was stunned. He specifically found a lawyer for me?Jethro felt a bitter laugh inside. He hadn't wanted her to know everything he'd done. But compared to being misunderstood, he had no choice but to explain.