Outside, the continuous flow of people and their laughter were all blocked out by the car. Doreen Pulitzer turned her head to look, as if watching a series of silent films. She took out two wet wipes and cleaned herself up a bit, only to find the car door was locked when she tried to open it.She looked back at Ferguson Kennedy, "Mr. Han, it's too late. I should go home and sleep.""Oh, you just got some sleeping pills from me, and now you're turning your back on me," Ferguson Kennedy said, his elbow resting against the window, his hand supporting his cheek, eyes half-closed, smiling at the woman on the other side in the dimly lit car. The air still carried a faint, intoxicating scent mixed with the smell of cedar, creating an indescribable allure.Doreen Pulitzer felt uncomfortable under his gaze and lowered her eyes, avoiding his intense, almost scorching, stare. "You didn't have a good time in Linquan, so you want to find a job in City B?" Ferguson Kennedy asked."No, my mother
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