Crimson Yellowstone Chapter 2

Quinn was visibly taken aback, but his hand remained poised over the window controls.

To sweeten the deal, I continued in a light tone.

“My parents really like you, you know. They said that after you get the job, they want to buy us a house. And my dad said he’d buy you a Porsche Panamera once we go back and get our marriage license.”

He finally moved his hand away from the controls. He smiled, his expression softening, his whole demeanor relaxing.

“Well, a great guy like me ending up with you… I guess your ancestors must have done something right.”

Seeing his attitude change, I breathed a sigh of relief.

According to his original plan, in two more days, his parents would fly into Jackson Hole. We were supposed to finish our tour of the northern part of the park, then pick them up and drive south to see the wildflowers bloom.

He drove a few meters forward, away from the bears, and then turned the car around.

“Let’s just go straight to Jackson and wait for my parents. There are too many cute little bears here. I’m afraid I might hit one.”

Quinn’s eyes were filled with blatant calculation, devoid of any genuine emotion. His desire for money was on full display.

But I had underestimated his determination to get that Panamera.

The moment we parked at the hotel, Quinn was eager to drag me to a dealership. His expression was fawning.

“Babe, why don’t we just buy the car here in Wyoming and drive it back?”

“Drive it back?”

I was speechless but managed to hide my impatience.

“A Panamera has low clearance. I don’t think it would handle these mountain roads very well, do you?”

He hesitated, his face falling.

“Well, then why don’t you just transfer the money to me? I can call the dealership back home and place the order. We can pick it up as soon as we get back.”

I pretended to rummage through my makeup bag, saying casually, “Oh, really? But my dad said he’d only buy it for you after we get our marriage license.”

My dad wasn't here. To ensure my survival for the next few days, I was prepared to say anything.

“Then let’s get married now! Getting married in a new place, isn’t that exciting?”

Quinn excitedly pulled his ID from his pocket and grabbed my arm, ready to drag me to the courthouse.

To stay alive, I had to lie and say I couldn’t find my ID. Later, when he was asleep, I cut it into pieces and flushed it down the toilet.