Super Rich: I Can Hear Women's Inner Voices
Chapter 38: Date With Mia

Chapter 38: Date With Mia

Years of pent-up negative emotions had filled Taylor’s petite body with no outlet for release, yet Jake’s presence inexplicably gave her a sense of reliability.

It wasn’t just the peculiar bond of their past as teacher and student, but the moment Jake called her "aunt," the gears of fate seemed to begin turning. Jake might just become a presence she could never forget in her lifetime.

If their first drunken night and sex was a beautiful yet forbidden misunderstanding, then last night’s half-hearted resistance giving way to Jake’s advances was the truest, most unreserved confession of Taylor’s heart. Even as she tried to stubbornly hold back the mist in her eyes, they still betrayed her, moistening uncontrollably.

When Taylor snapped back to reality, Jake’s rough yet broad and scorching palm was already tightly gripping her small hand.

Without her noticing, Jake had moved to sit beside her, his deep and magnetic voice whispering in her ear, "Aunt, forgive my bold ignorance. From now on, let me take care of you!"

Taylor was no child. She, too, had experienced the passions of youth. Perhaps her lonely body had found temporary release in Jake, but beyond desire, rationality was the only guiding principle. She didn’t reject Jake’s closeness, nor did she avoid his affectionate gaze anymore, though her tone remained somewhat cool.

"Take care of me? Then what about Mia?"

"Do you really think, given sister’s personality, that there’s any chance for you and Mia if she finds out about us?"

"Things will work out when the time comes!"

"I’m certain my feelings for Mia are pure, but I can’t let go of you either, aunt. I know this makes me sound like a scumbag, but I don’t care. The dean once told me that two people with feelings might not necessarily end up together, but they can still coexist in some form of relationship..."

"In the future, you could remarry or even reconcile with your ex-husband. But until then, I want to treat you well. I want to repay the kindness you once showed me as my teacher. So what if you can’t get pregnant? Women are never just tools for men to breed. And no one’s life should be subject to others’ gossip."

Taylor gazed at the young, handsome Jake before her. His earnest face was full of sincerity, his clear eyes devoid of any wickedness, yet brimming with a masculine aura entirely unlike the little Jake from years past.

Her heart trembled violently, unable to calm down for a long time.

Some people grow in wisdom and maturity with age, while others merely grow older without truly living.

Taylor said nothing more. She gently pushed Jake’s hand away and walked straight to the living room, settling onto the sofa. Her inner voices and emotions were eerily silent, yet Jake could still sense a powerful resonance, one that sent shivers down his spine.

Her voluptuous hips sank into the soft couch cushions as she leaned back, her jet-black hair cascading over her shoulders. After a moment, she tilted her head slightly toward Jake, her flawless profile smooth and elegant. The corners of her lips twitched.

A soft, delicate moan escaped her, tinged with unease and conflict.

"Jake, let’s talk about this another time. For now, I’m still your aunt."

She neither refused nor agreed, but her attitude was the best answer. For the time being, they would maintain their aunt-nephew relationship, which was the most appropriate way to handle this fleeting affair.

But in private, Jake could treat his aunt like a husband—no longer as a junior, but as a real man.

Jake’s mood at that moment was as bright as the day’s weather. Instead of pressing the topic further, he simply asked if Taylor had eaten enough.

When she shook her head, followed by the faint growl of her stomach (audible only to her), Jake happily brought over breakfast, sat beside her, turned on the TV, and struck up a conversation. Gradually, Taylor’s mood lifted.

The two spent a wonderful morning together.

As Jake prepared to leave, Taylor stood gracefully by the door to see him off.

"It’s not even the weekend. Is it really okay for you to skip work at this hour?"

"Aunt, I already told you, I’m on leave today. I’ll be traveling on the 15th next month. Make sure to eat more—you’ve lost weight."

Her slender fingers brushed aside a lock of hair as Taylor, still unaccustomed to Jake’s sudden attentiveness, hesitated, unsure how to respond. In the end, she could only murmur a soft, "Oh."

"Then I’ll be going!"

"Mhm."

"See you."

"See you next month."

Suddenly, Jake stepped forward and lightly pressed his lips to Taylor’s forehead before grinning and darting away.

The sound of Jake’s hurried footsteps echoed through the stairwell.

"Jake..." Taylor sighed helplessly and closed the door, unaware that a faint blush had already crept onto her cheeks.

...

Near Savannah University, in a residential area.

Linker sat leisurely at his desk, reading a book. On his open laptop, an email notification flashed in the bottom right corner.

Out of habit, Linker clicked on it, but the contents left him stunned.

The sender was anonymous, the body of the email blank, but the attachment was a compressed file filled with obscene, debauched photos.

At first, Linker assumed it was a prank by some mischievous student. But as he scrolled further, the female subject in the photos gradually became recognizable.

His expression shifted from calm to disbelief, then to fury, until his entire face twisted with rage.

His eyes burned with confusion and anger as he muttered under his breath, "No way, this can’t be... How could it be Neita?"

......

That night, at the Romantic New House Western Restaurant.

Dressed meticulously, Mia and Jake enjoyed an expensive and delicious dinner in a private room.

The room was dimly lit, with only two candles burning on the table, casting a warm and romantic glow on their silhouettes.

Jake had returned from his aunt’s house, taken a shower, rested for a while, and then reserved the restaurant. He had promised to treat his girlfriend to a big meal, and no matter what, he couldn’t break his word.

The ambiance of the Western restaurant never disappointed, especially since this one was a famous couples’ restaurant in Jake’s area, with a French head chef who prepared top-tier French cuisine.

Watching Mia eat heartily without any trace of a refined lady’s demeanor, Jake, who knew his girlfriend well, didn’t mind at all.

In front of others, Mia appeared confident and aloof, but with Jake, she let her casual side run wild.

Perhaps due to her strict upbringing under her mother’s discipline, even if her eating manners were a bit unrefined now, her innate elegance still shone through in her gestures.

Jake took a tissue, walked over to Mia, and gently wiped the sauce from the corner of her mouth.

"Hehe, how did you know I love this restaurant?" Mia leaned her face closer, puckered her lips, and said playfully.

Seeing Mia’s excitement, Jake smiled knowingly.

For this date, Mia had even worn her rarely seen black Valentino stiletto heels, paired with a black strapless evening-style dress. Her neckline revealed a large expanse of snow-white skin, and her breasts were tightly wrapped in a corset, making the cleavage between them deep and mysterious, glowing temptingly under the candlelight.

"Not telling you. But dressed so beautifully, are you trying to seduce me?"

Mia didn’t dwell on it, feeling warmth in her heart, but Jake’s teasing words sparked her playful side.

"Pfft, you little rascal. Today, I’m going to eat you broke. Another order of foie gras!"

Jake affectionately picked up the tablet menu and, besides the foie gras, added several other dishes Mia loved. Then he declared confidently, "Eat as much as you want!"

"But," Jake hesitated.

Mia put down her knife and fork and pressed, "But what?"

"Ta-da..." Jake took out a small box and presented it to Mia, slowly opening it.

"A small token of my appreciation. All these years, being with me, you’ve suffered."

The dazzling diamond necklace shone with dazzling light. It was the "Tears of the Sky". Mia covered her mouth in surprise, her eyes slightly red, and said distressedly, "What are you doing? The necklace is very expensive! Who wants your gif..."

The word gift was not finished when Mia’s lips were blocked by Jake. After a few seconds, he let go.

"I know, I see everything. Don’t worry, Mia. Once I pass your mom’s test, I can marry you openly."

"Silly..."

"I only want to be your silly!"

Yes, Mia had sacrificed too much for Jake, just like how her aunt had sacrificed for her uncle back then. Unfortunately, the latter had been heartlessly betrayed.

Holding the slightly trembling Mia, Jake felt a surge of mixed emotions.

"Cough cough... Sir, madam, here are your French foie gras and deep-sea caviar."

The polite voice of the waiter separated the two.