Pampered by my three brothers: the return of the neglected heiress novel Chapter 1594

Chapter 1594: The next name

"Going out now?"

Kiara opened her mouth slightly but then closed it again. For a brief moment, she just studied him as he took off his gloves, as if he were preparing to leave with her.

"Hugo, I told you..." she trailed off, watching his brows shoot up. "I can drive myself to see her."

"I know." He smiled. "Let’s go?"

Kiara sighed in defeat. Initially, she felt deeply indebted to him, but, just like him, she didn’t want to owe him too much. Although buying him meals was a very small repayment, it was the only thing she could do right now, and also, she didn’t want to bother him.

But the guy bothered himself.

"Fine," she conceded, knowing he would pester her anyway. "But you’re not driving. I will."

After saying that, Kiara turned her back on him and walked away. Hugo, on the other hand, tilted his head to the side.

"I didn’t know she had a car," he muttered.

Well, she didn’t have a car, and Hugo would soon realize what she meant by that.

After briefly shouting to everyone that he was leaving with the boss, Hugo found himself standing in front of a scooter. Kiara was seated on it, her ankles stretched to the ground to balance it while she wore her helmet.

"..." Hugo didn’t say anything, but the way his entire face was squeezed in the middle said it all.

When she locked her helmet, she turned to him. "What? Didn’t you say you were tagging along?"

"You want me to ride this one?"

"What’s wrong with it?"

"I have a bigger motorbike," he stressed. "And it looks ten times better than this."

"..." Kiara blinked, a little tired to even come up with anything.

Last night, after all, this guy just told her that they should live together. That he should move in, and with the condition that she would feed him. It didn’t actually sound like he was asking to be her roommate but more like he wanted to be adopted like a pet.

Good thing Stephen’s persistent pestering had trained her to handle this level of absurdity.

"Hugo, are you coming or what?" she asked flatly. "If you don’t want to ride a small scooter, that’s fine with me too."

Hugo sighed. "Fine."

With a relaxed stretch of his leg, he moved over to the scooter. His weight made the scooter press down, almost causing her to lose balance due to the added weight. Thankfully, unlike her, who needed to tiptoe to reach the ground, Hugo could stretch his legs wider even while sitting.

"You know what? If you were being chased on the road, I’d suggest you just surrender," he commented as he put on his sleek helmet while climbing onto the scooter. "This scooter can outdrive a bicycle... or a turtle."

He then stopped and held onto the back. "I’m ready," he said, as if he hadn’t just made a sarcastic comment.

With his feet acting as the stand, Kiara just huffed and tried to focus. With his weight, the scooter wiggled slightly at first before she eventually got used to having a heavier passenger.

And, in a way, as they headed to her destination, Hugo proved he was right.