Flash Marriage: She becomes Mrs. CEO after the Failed Dowry Talk

Chapter 364: In the Car

Jasper Sinclair lowered his head, looking down at the small woman in his arms, and leaned in to kiss her.

His hand, resting on the window ledge, cupped Nora Northwood’s chin, tilting her head up to meet him.

Their pale red tongues intertwined, occasionally making a sound as saliva entwined. Through her clothes, Nora could feel the heat of the man.

Jasper Sinclair held her hips, lifting her onto his lap.

The driver in the front seat was already blushing deeply.

"Stop," Jasper said in French.

The striking red Ferrari pulled over to the roadside, leaving no one aware of what was happening inside.

Except, perhaps, the driver who was ushered out of the car, who might have guessed a bit.

Nora’s body hung limply, and Jasper’s eyes narrowed as he shifted positions.

"Jasper, not here."

She really didn’t want to play along with this thrill, nor did she want memories of France to be filled with this particular encounter.

It was twelve noon, and the sky was still clear.

Jasper stopped his actions, his Adam’s apple bobbing up and down until his breathing steadied, then finally he released the person beneath him.

This car wasn’t as comfortable as a stretched Maybach. He secretly decided to have all the cars upgraded to the long models in the future.

Jasper pulled out a tissue, but instead of wiping his hands, he gently wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes, then said, "Wife, help me wipe my hands."

Nora pressed her lips together, not moving.

The husband she remembered was reserved and deep, not one to commit excessive or foolish acts.

This occurrence today was truly rare.

Then, Jasper picked up her jade-like fingers, wiping them one by one. "I’ve asked Louis Hayes to prepare a new outfit for you." Pausing, he added, "Something like a professional suit."

"Why do I need to change clothes?"

Nora was puzzled.

Although her clothes had gotten a bit dirty, it wasn’t enough to warrant a completely new set.

"You’ll be entering the conference center as my secretary. Wearing this outfit is not suitable."

Nora understood, and a mischievous smile tugged at her lips, "Boss, you like cosplay."

Jasper looked down at her, his mouth forming a helpless smile, "Nora, you’ve learned to be naughty."

Those eyes were still clear, but the feeling they gave was different.

A youthful, lively laugh filled the car; the journey wasn’t boring.

With only half an hour left until the policy change conference’s opening ceremony, the car stopped at the entrance of an exhibition hall.

Without waiting for the driver to get out, a concierge stepped forward to open the car door.

Nora followed Jasper out of the car, and instead of heading straight to the exhibition hall, they first went to the changing room to switch into more formal attire.

The fit was perfect, and on her, it really did convey the impression of a secretary.

Upon returning, a Frenchman greeted them, wearing blue and white badges that identified them as the event organizers’ reception staff.

"Director Sinclair, may I ask who this is?" one of the receptionists inquired.

The attendees list was finalized in advance, and in their memory, this Chinese woman’s face was unfamiliar.

"My executive secretary. Please provide her with a badge," Jasper responded in French as well.

Nora couldn’t understand French and could only stand aside, looking dazed.

As she was led into the hall, she whispered, "It seems this conference is quite grand. Will my presence here cause trouble for you?"

"No."

"Then is there anything I might mess up?"