Chapter 3 Girlfriend Always Sits in the Front

Rebecca deliberately took her sweet time. She only left the villa after Daniel called her again.

Daniel frowned slightly when he saw her jogging over to the car. Then, he turned to straighten the gift box in the front seat.

"I'm sorry to keep you waiting. I took a nap earlier," Rebecca explained as she sat in the back seat.

Daniel glanced at her through the rearview mirror. His hands tightened around the steering wheel.

"Are you going to the party dressed like that?"

"Huh?" Rebbeca said before looking down at her outfit. "Is this not okay? It's just a party among the family. This should be fine."

Daniel tossed the gift box in the front seat to her. "Go get changed."

The white box had the label "Sprince" printed on it and was packaged meticulously. Rebecca recognized at a glance that it was a gown from Sprince's latest spring-summer collection.

She hesitated. Then, she put the box back.

"It's not right for me to change into the gift you're giving to Jessica."

Daniel was tapping his fingers on the steering wheel, but he stopped when he heard that.

"We haven't told anyone we're divorced yet. Are you trying to embarrass my family by going to the party dressed like that?"

"But—"

"I have another gift prepared for Jessi. This was given by the brand. I just left it in the car. Go get changed," Daniel cut her off coldly. He wouldn't take no for an answer.

"Alright." Rebecca felt helpless. She had no choice but to go back inside with the gift box and change into the gown.

It was a gradient dress in light blue that made her complexion even fairer. The skirt looked like a work of art as it sparkled when she moved.

The dress was slightly looser around the waist, which showed it wasn't her size. If not, she would have loved it very much.

After she got changed, she quickly went downstairs. But when she tried to open the car's back door, it was locked.

Daniel said in a sullen voice, "Sit in front."

Rebecca frowned. "I don't think that's appropriate."

To her, the front passenger seat of a man's car was only for his girlfriend. If he didn't have one, it would be for someone close to him.

Clearly, she was neither.

Daniel gave her the side eye and said, "So you think it's okay to treat me like your driver?"

"… That's not what I meant." Rebecca scratched her head. Then, she explained to the clueless Daniel.

Upon hearing her explanation, Daniel stared at her in silence.

"Jessi's nothing like you," he said. "She won't make a big deal about something so small. Get in. I don't want to repeat myself."

But Rebecca still made a big deal about it. "I won't go to the party then. I bet she doesn't want to see me anyway."

She gathered her dress up and walked away. But Daniel honked to stop her.

"Get in," he snapped.

Rebecca tried the back door again, and it opened.

She raised her eyebrows and got in the car while holding her dress up. Since it was the wrong size and the skirt design was complicated, it took her a while to get the dress straightened out.

After Daniel started driving, he asked, "Does the dress not fit you well?"

Rebecca replied casually, "Mmhmm. It's a little loose. I'll pin it up with a safety pin later, and it'll be fine. Don't worry. I won't embarrass you—"

As soon as she said that, he suddenly slammed on the brakes, cutting her off.

Rebecca wasn't wearing her seatbelt since she was sitting in the back. So, she hit her head on the back of the front seat. She could hear her head ringing.

What a jerk! Even if he wanted to kill her, there was no need to go to such lengths! If they got into an accident, he would die as well.

Rebecca put on the seatbelt quietly and looked at the view outside the window.

When she was abroad, she was Mrs. Winston.

Everybody knew she liked Daniel. So, killing her would make it easier for him to give Jessica her position.

But she had already signed the divorce papers like he wanted. He didn't have to make her disappear anymore.

To avoid having more troubles if this went on, Rebecca hoped their divorce could be finalized as soon as possible.

"Has our divorce been processed?"