Evil MC's NTR Harem - Chapter 491

Chapter 491: Chapter 491 Void
Sandra’s expression twitched slightly, clearly displeased that her attempt to deter him had failed.

Diane, on the other hand, beamed.

“Great! We’ll leave Saturday morning. It’s gonna be fun—you’ll get to see the animals, the crops, and oh! We even have a new batch of ducklings. They’re adorable.”

Ross nodded, amused by her enthusiasm.

“Sounds like a good time.”

Amy smiled, resting her chin on her hand as she watched the interaction.

It was rare for Ross to agree to anything so casually, but she liked the idea of him joining them.

A part of her was curious to see how he’d handle life outside his usual luxury.

Her mother, who had been quietly observing, finally spoke up.

“It’ll be nice having you join us, Ross. Just be prepared—farm life isn’t all relaxation. There’s real work involved.”

Ross smirked. “I don’t mind getting my hands dirty.”

Sandra huffed under her breath, stabbing her fork into her food with a little more force than necessary.

Amy couldn’t help but grin. This trip was going to be very interesting.

***

The week flew by, and before they knew it, Saturday morning had arrived—the day of the much-anticipated trip to the family farm.

Ross pulled up to the house in his sleek, midnight-blue sports car, its engine purring softly as he stepped out, dressed impeccably in casual yet stylish attire.

Steven, Amy’s father, eyed the low-slung vehicle with a raised eyebrow.

“Your car won’t handle the road to the farm, Ross. It’s a bumpy ride up there,” he remarked, his voice carrying a note of concern.

Ross smiled, unfazed.

“It’s fine, Steven. I actually grew up on a farm myself,” he replied, rolling up his sleeves. Without hesitation, he joined the family in packing their belongings.

The family had gathered a substantial amount of supplies for the farm—fresh groceries, tools for minor repairs, and personal luggage.

They loaded everything into Steven’s large, rugged truck, its bed groaning under the weight of the cargo.

The morning sun cast a warm glow over the scene as they worked together, laughter and chatter filling the air.

An hour later, with the truck packed to the brim, they were ready to depart.

Steven took the driver’s seat, his wife settled beside him in the passenger seat, Amy and Diane occupied the middle row, while Sandra and Ross squeezed into the back.

The rear seats were cramped, surrounded by bags and supplies, leaving little room to maneuver.

Only their heads were visible above the pile, creating a comical sight.

Ross, however, seemed perfectly at ease.

The confined space and rustic setting didn’t bother him in the slightest; in fact, it brought back fond memories of his own upbringing.

Sandra, on the other hand, was less than pleased.

She mumbled and complained under her breath, her discomfort evident as she shifted in her seat, trying to find a more comfortable position amidst the clutter.

As the truck rumbled to life and pulled away from the city, the scenery began to change.

The tall buildings and bustling streets gave way to open fields and dense forests.

The road narrowed and became rougher, with potholes and uneven terrain causing the truck to jostle and bounce.

The air grew fresher, carrying the earthy scent of nature, and the sounds of urban life were replaced by the chirping of birds and the rustling of leaves.

Despite the bumpy ride, the family remained in high spirits.

They sang along to songs on the radio, shared stories, and teased each other good-naturedly.

Ross joined in, his deep laughter blending with theirs, further endearing him to Amy’s family.

Sandra, however, remained aloof, her discomfort turning into irritation as the journey progressed.

She shot occasional glares at Ross, who seemed oblivious to her displeasure.

Amy noticed her sister’s sour mood and gave her a reassuring smile, hoping to ease her discomfort.

The journey from Parkland City to Stanlow Town was a long seven-hour drive.

The car was packed with luggage, snacks, and the occasional conversation, though much of the trip was spent in comfortable silence.

Along the way, they stopped for lunch, grabbed snacks, and took restroom breaks at gas stations.

By the time they reached the halfway point, the sun was already high up in the sky, casting a bright hot radiance over the landscape.

The rhythmic hum of the car and the gentle rocking motion had lulled most of the passengers to sleep.

Sandra’s sisters, Amy and Diane, were curled up in their seats, breathing softly.

Their mother had also dozed off, her head resting against the window.

Only their father, Steven, remained fully awake, his hands steady on the wheel as he navigated the open road.

Suddenly, Sandra winced, a sharp pain shooting through her leg.

“Ouch!” she gasped, instinctively gripping her thigh.

Ross, seated beside her, turned his head. “What’s wrong?”

“My leg—it’s cramping,” she muttered, trying to stretch it out but failing to relieve the tension.

Ross didn’t hesitate. “Come here. I’ll give you a massage.”

Sandra blinked at him in disbelief. “What?”

Without waiting for an answer, Ross moved quickly, gathering the supplies piled beside Sandra and shifting them to the center.

Then, he patted his lap expectantly.

“You’re insane,” Sandra whispered harshly, her face heating up.

“You don’t actually expect me to sit on your lap, do you?”

Ross raised an eyebrow.

“Suit yourself.” He leaned back and closed his eyes, making no effort to fix the now-displaced supplies.

As a result, his bare arms and legs pressed lightly against Sandra’s, the warmth of his skin making her hyper-aware of their proximity.

Sandra inhaled sharply, trying to ignore it, but the throbbing pain in her leg wasn’t going away.

She shifted uncomfortably, biting her lip.

“Ugh…” She clenched her fists, debating whether her pride was worth the discomfort.

After another few seconds, she exhaled in defeat.

“Fine,” she grumbled. “But if you try anything, I swear I’ll kill you.”

Ross smirked but said nothing as Sandra hesitantly moved onto his lap, her movements stiff and awkward.