Billboards!

As the idea flashed in her mind, Isabella covered her face with her white handkerchief; she didn't want to be recognized by anyone especially when she is in the middle of destroying something.

Isabella fished out a pocket knife as she hopped onto the stairs. Clutching the railings, she leaped onto the wall which was on the backside of the billboards. Threading her steps carefully on the narrow wall, Isabella tore the advertisement poster away with a series of simple slicing motions of her pocket knife. Hugging the poster to her, Isabella climbed down the stairs and carefully tiptoed towards the car.

She opened the poster with the intention of covering the amorous scene behind the untinted glass of the sedan. A sly smile went unnoticed behind her mask as she studied the scantily dressed man and woman in the poster— it was a condom ad!

What a fitting poster! It's time someone reminded them about the use of condoms...

Isabella bit her lips hard to stop herself from laughing out loud, clearing her throat, she strode towards the car. Though Isabella was dead set on preserving the dignity of the beauty inside the car, it took all of her nonexistent strength to keep her eyes away from the steamy scene inside. Resting her eyes on the road, Isabella covered the car with the poster; the picture of the condoms now facing the window.

All through the process of covering the car, Isabella took care not to make any sounds. She had no intention to disturb the couple who were still making out.

Perfect!

Isabella nodded in satisfaction as she appraised her own work. The poster managed to cover the entire car, it even looked like a car cover.

Now that all had been done, Isabella turned around to leave. She did not want to stay here and get discovered by the owner of the car. Though she was not in the wrong, she was not exactly right either. Moreover, she had no energy to get into an argument with the handsome man over the issue of covering his car with a condom poster.

And, the shiny sedan reeked of money. She definitely didn't wish to mess around with rich people, for money is power. With such thoughts dancing in her mind, Isabella slowly tiptoed towards her bicycle.

But what she didn't know is that the moment she covered the car, a frown appeared between Brian's brows. Though he kept his eyes closed, he could still feel the shadow cast on his face. The faint light from the street lights were now blocked by something—Brian clearly felt that something was wrong.

"Jessie, let's continue this later…" Pausing his movements, Brian slowly whispered.

"W-what?" Jessie stuttered; her mind still in an intoxicating daze. Brian's hot and wet kisses left her in a dizzy mess. Noticing her condition, Brian simply covered her exposed her body with his coat. After fixing her messy hair, he shifted his gaze to the windows.

The frown deepened as he saw the darkness surrounding him.

"What happened?"— Jessie straightened the creases on her dress. Eyeing the surrounding darkness, her face sported an incredulous expression— "Did someone just cover our car?"

Brian didn't answer, but his darkened face indicated his displeasure.

...

Isabella threw a cursory glance at the sedan as she sat on her bicycle. The poster seemed to be slipping down due to the light breeze of the night.

What a pain!

Not wanting anyone to witness the happenings inside the car, Isabella got down her bicycle, cursing under her breath she began to adjust the poster, she pulled the poster gently and covered the exposed headlights of the car.

Just when she was about to get up, she found the cover slipping down. Displeased, she pulled down.

Up, down. Up, down. Up,...

Isabella bit her lips in exasperation. No matter how many times she pulled the cover down, the poster was being pulled up. She wondered why the light breeze was playing with her today.

Standing outside the car, Brian Harris stared at the woman crouched in front of his car, dumbfounded. On seeing that the woman pulled the poster down, he pulled it up again.

Isabella was so engrossed in her work that she did not hear the car door being opened, she did not even realize that it was not wind that was pulling the poster up.

"Stupid wind!" Isabella cursed out loud as the poster was pulled up again. Using her strength, she pulled it down.

"Stupid woman!"

Isabella froze; the voice above her head sounded so cold and frightening!

In the moment where she remained immobile, she felt the poster being pulled away from her grasp. Though she wanted to grab it back, her hands only met empty air.

xxxx condoms! Flexible and durable!

Brian's eyes twitched in annoyance; he wondered if the woman aimed to dampen his mood or she played a simple joke on him. No matter what the case, the woman truly managed to piss him off!

"Woman, are you saying that I need to use condoms?!"

Damnation!

Isabella almost bit her tongue. The present scenario was out of her expectations. Never in her dreams did she expect to get caught by the man who almost demonstrated the art of reproduction to her!

Gulping nervously, she stood up. She kept her eyes on the road as she spoke: "Erm, it's just that I wanted to cover your..."— Isabella coughed in embarrassment— "exercises... Anyone across the street can see the battle inside your car."

"Heh! This is the first time I heard such a ridiculous excuse. It's me who is making out, what does it have to do with you?"— Brian snapped his fingers before Isabella making her lift her head up, his eyes meeting hers—" Do you go searching for dancing cars so that you can cover them up?"

Brian could not see Isabella's expression because of the handkerchief covering the lower half of her face. Looking straight into her eyes, he mocked.

"I never knew that there are such kind people around here, it's time the government announced an award for your true efforts!"