Gavin set off from the company directly. The yellow Ferrari let out a beast-like roar and dashed across the road. It kept surpassing the cars in front of it and drove towards the bar.

Some people said that a Ferrari was a dream lover for any man. When driving a Ferrari, he was not driving a car, but a work of art.

For Gavin at the moment-don't even mention that lover artwork bullshit! What he wanted was speed. It would be best if the car could fly so fast that he could arrive at the bar in the next second.

The Ferrari looked arrogant and domineering, but it had very elegant lines. Gavin ignored the speeding limit and drove it as fast as he could. The car features drew a dazzling stream of light under the night lights. Accompanied by the roaring sound, it swept over the sidewalk just like a meteor falling in the sky.

A little girl covered her mouth in surprise and looked in the direction of the car's disappearance. "So cool!"

The girl next to her asked, "You mean the car or the man in the car?"

"Both!" After a pause, the girl corrected herself. "No, the man is cooler!" "Wow, a cool sports car should be driven by such a cool man. From the inside to the outside, it makes the entire world beautiful!"

If it were in the past, without a doubt, Gavin would have enjoyed such a compliment. But he could neither hear it nor be interested in it at the moment.

The only things in his mind were those photos sent by Freya.

He knew that Freya had booked a bar to hold a party that evening. He also received her invitation, but there were too many things to deal with in the company, and he was not very interested in hanging out in bars recently, so he had refused.

Freya replied, "You will regret it."

At the moment when he saw the photos sent by Freya, he finally knew what she meant.

The photos clearly showed that Wendy was sitting in a booth. A man was holding his chin while leaning on a tea table in front of her, his upper body close to her. There was a sly smile on his face.

He was too familiar with the way Connell tried to strike up a conversation because Connell's moves were the ones he used a few years before!

Speaking of Connell, it was obvious that Brian was just bluffing. Did Freya make it happen?

Did she ask for his opinion?!

As he thought about it, Gavin stepped on the accelerator and speeded up again. The car almost flew off the road.

However, the bar was not close to Lambert Group so he would have to suffer on the way for a while.

At the moment, Wendy was about to surrender. She was unable to resist Connell's moves.

Connell was a textbook expert who was good at flirting with girls. His probing and ambiguous behavior were perfect, which undisguisedly expressed his interest in Wendy, but also without losing his gentlemanly demeanor.

If it hadn't been for the fact that Wendy already had someone she liked, plus that she had been used to seeing all kinds of big scenes back in her years during medical college, she might not have been able to handle Connell's persistent flirtation.

"You know what?" "You look particularly good in a white coat!" Connell clenched his fist and propped his face with it, then he tilted his head and looked at Wendy. "Although you were next to an expert doctor, your presence was not weaker to his at all!"

Wendy,"..."

"I bet that you will definitely become a good doctor that patients like after you graduate!" Connell did not care whether Wendy responded or not. He continued, "By the way, I've been feeling a sense of oppression in the chest recently." "Doctor Xiao, can you help me?"

Wendy finally glanced at Connell, her gaze even lingering on him for a moment.

Connell had already heard people say that doctors were generally interested in sick people. He thought that he finally found a point to attract Wendy's attention. He excitedly pointed to his chest and said, "It's in the heart!" "The organ you're good at!" "What kind of problem do you think it is?"

"In my opinion?" Wendy lightly smiled and said, "No doctor will tell you what kind of illness she 'thinks' you have." "More than that, I haven't officially graduated yet, so I can't give independent consultations. I can't even diagnose according to what I think."

Connell winked at Wendy meaningfully and said, "I believe in what you think."

"Then I'll tell what I think based on my experience and professional knowledge." She met his gaze and said word by word, "I think there's something wrong with your brain."

... His face stiffened, and he felt he had lost half of his blood all of sudden.

She was very satisfied with his reaction and continued, "Also, I'm from the cardiac surgery section. I'm the kind of doctor who gets the scalpel in the operating room. Are you still so eager to want me to diagnose you right now?"

He quickly returned to the flirting mode and looked at her with a cheeky smile. "I'm a shallow person. I only focus on people's faces." "Your face is beautiful enough for me to overcome the fear of getting a surgery." With an ambiguous smile, he said, "I'm willing to lie on your operating table. No matter what you want to do to me, I will only have to say: come on, baby."

An ordinary girl might have blushed and escaped long before when she heard the flirting.

It was a pity that Wendy was not an ordinary girl. At the hospital, doctors of all sections often made all kinds of jokes which the non-medical professionals could not understand. She had blushed and felt uncomfortable when she heard them for the first time. But currently, she play along and laugh.

Therefore, Connell's "come on, baby" didn't sound offensive to her at all. Its effect was so tiny that it was much more than a piece of cake.

Wendy raised the corner of her mouth and said, "If you want to lie on my operating bed, you have to have a cardiac valve, a tumor or something like that first." "When the time comes, I'll be the one to say 'come on baby', and you... you won't be able to cry even if you want to."

That was an undisguised curse, but Connell didn't care at all. Instead, he smiled and said, "Sure enough, you have the same character as I imagined. Dr. Moore, this makes me like you even more. What should I do about it?"

"..."

It was the first time for Wendy to meet such a shameless person. She was almost unable to resist.

Right at this moment, a young and fashionable girl approached them and sat on the arm of the sofa. She placed one hand on Connell's shoulder and said, "Young Master Wesley, what are you doing here?" "There are so many beautiful women waiting for you on the dance floor!"

Connell naturally removed the girl's hand and glanced at her. "You just put your arms around my shoulders. Aren't you afraid of making your boyfriend jealous?"

"Boyfriend?" The girl moved her delicate eyebrows. "Which one are you talking about?"

"Who else could it be other than Gavin?" Connell said, "Don't tell me that you're cheating on him. Be careful not to call the wrong name of your boyfriend on bed. Otherwise, something terrible will happen the next day."

"Hahaha..." The girl suddenly burst out laughing and patted Connell's shoulder. "Young Master Wesley, Gavin has been my ex-boyfriend for a while now! "We broke up a year ago, okay?" "I've even forgotten how many boyfriends I've had during this period of time."

Connell opened his eyes in surprise and said, "I thought you two were serious when I saw how deeply in love you were at the time!"

"We're all here to have fun. Who can be more serious than the other?" The girl's laughter was more playful and unruly. "Gavin and I had a temporary interest in each other. After that, we knew each other too well. When the interest disappeared, we thought it would be best to have an amicable break-up. This is the rule of having fun, right?"

Connell acted like a good citizen and gave the girl a thumbs-up with admiration.

The girl continued as if nothing had happened, "He already had a new female companion two days after the break-up, and I also had a new boyfriend. How serious do you think we could be?"

Connell shook his head and said, "You are too casual in a relationship." As he spoke, he turned his head to look at Wendy, only to find that Wendy had been biting the straw and had no expression on her face. Her deep and serene eyes were hidden under the hazy light, making it hard to see them clearly.

Connell stretched out his hand and waved it in front of Wendy's eyes. "What are you thinking about?"

Wendy came to her senses and looked at the girl sitting on the armrest.

She had simply decided to go to a bachelorette party and she had already met Gavin's ex-girlfriend. This city was so big and still, Gavin's ex-girlfriends... could be anywhere, right?

Although the girl said that she and Gavin were not serious, Wendy couldn't be happy because people like Gavin would never be serious in a relationship.

However, she was a freak. The biggest reason why she had not been in love for so many years was not because her parents had not allowed it. It was because she wanted to have a relationship either for the first time or for the rest of her life.

She hoped that the first person to hold her hand could accompany her to the end of her days.

This was like a dream of the female lead in fairy tales, which was way too unrealistic. Wendy had finally realized it.

After hearing the girl's words, she thought carefully that even if there was a possibility between her and Gavin, Gavin... would not be serious, right?

For her, that would be worse than his dislike.

Thinking of this, Wendy raised her head and looked at Connell. Her beautiful eyes were blurred, and she looked like a little prey that was easy to get hooked. "I'm wondering, would you agree to have a drink with me?"

Connell smiled and said, "I never refuse a beautiful woman's request." He got up and took Wendy to the bar counter.

As they passed by the girl, she gave Connell a meaningful smile, which implied that he was a master!

Connell raised the corner of his mouth and smiled back. He gestured Wendy to sit on a high stool and asked, "What do you want to drink?"

Before the age of 18, Wendy was banned from going to any entertainment venues such as bars. After she turned 18, she went to the university and buried herself in the teaching building and the thick professional books all day long. She had no time to hang out.

That was her first time to hang out in a bar, so the problem was not what she wanted to drink; she didn't know what she could drink.

Connell was good at details and soon discovered Wendy's unfamiliarity. He handed the drink list to her.

"Thank you." Wendy glanced at the drink list and was very interested in a name. She asked, "Long Island ice tea... Is it tea?"

Connell burst into laughter and said, "It has another name. Do you want to know?"

Wendy opened her eyes widely out of curiosity and asked, "What's the other name?"