Alice Turner didn’t get a chance to utter a single word of refusal before Thomas Fisher had already hung up the phone. Just as she was about to call him back, she suddenly changed her mind.

She felt it would be better not to waste time on a phone call. While he wasn’t here yet, she decided to finish her work quickly.

Originally, it would take more than forty minutes to arrive, but Thomas Fisher arrived in just over twenty minutes and parked downstairs at Alice Turner’s company. He immediately took out his phone and dialed her number.

"You’re here?" This time, Alice Turner answered the call quickly and casually asked.

"Come down."

Thomas Fisher’s response was simple but sufficient to indicate his current situation.

While packing her things, Alice Turner responded to the person on the other end, "I’ll be right down."

After replying, she hung up the phone, picked up her purse, and left her office.

Just as Alice Turner walked out of the company gates, Thomas Fisher spotted her at once and honked the car horn.

Upon hearing the familiar sound of the horn, Alice Turner followed the sound and walked directly towards the car parked nearby.

As she approached the car, he had already opened the passenger side door from inside to make it easier for her to get in.

"Why hasn’t my car been delivered yet?" The first thing Alice Turner asked upon sitting in the car was about her car, looking at Thomas Fisher with a face full of displeasure.

"After we eat, you can come with me to pick it up," Thomas Fisher glanced at her, who had just gotten in, and after seeing her fasten her seatbelt, he drove back onto the road.

These words instantly earned a scornful look from Alice Turner. If she weren’t afraid of distracting his driving, she would have smacked his arm, "You don’t keep your word; you promised to have someone deliver it to me this morning, but I’ve waited until noon and no one has delivered it."

When she went out to run errands in the morning, she had to take a cab, which was really inconvenient.

"It’s all my fault; I forgot about it," Thomas Fisher genuinely forgot about delivering the car. If Alice Turner hadn’t mentioned it just now, he really wouldn’t have remembered.

After leaving the hospital this morning, his mind was consumed with Benjamin Shaw’s injuries and the complicated emotional triangle between him, Benjamin, and Alice, completely pushing this matter to the back of his mind.

Unaware of the real situation, Alice Turner thought Thomas Fisher was doing it on purpose. But when she looked at him, she found his expression sincere, with no hint of joking around or putting on an act.

"Alright then! I’ll just have to pick it up myself." Since it was forgotten, she had no choice but to go get the car herself.

"Eat heartily at lunch later; consider it my apology. If you’re still upset, you can find a dojo and beat me up," Thomas Fisher was feeling quite uneasy now. He couldn’t believe he forgot something like this; he felt he deserved a good beating.

At first, Alice Turner thought Thomas Fisher was joking with her, but she noticed his expression was serious, and his brow even furrowed, making her suddenly realize he wasn’t joking.

"What do you mean, find a dojo and beat you up? What, do you think I’m a violence freak? Is that how violent I appear to you? Do I look like a tomboy to you?" She lowered her head to look at herself, then raised it to give him a playful glare, "I’m a very gentle girlfriend. The phrase ’gentle as water’ describes me perfectly."