Diana looked at her nickname for him, thought for a moment, changed it, and sent it over.
[Diana: This one, satisfied?]
After a while, John's message came through.
[Yeah]
Diana: ...Really a puppy.
Diana lay on the bed, her snow-white feet dangling as she examined the nickname she'd given John. A tender smile played on her lips as she read, "Honey Baby."
This was so saccharine it could make your teeth ache.
She wondered, what expression did he have when he saw this nickname?
After chatting for a while, realizing it was getting late, Diana bid John goodnight. Just as she was about to sleep, a flicker caught her attention outside the window.
Diana instantly became alert.
Thanks to the special drug, her senses were heightened compared to an average person.
Strange, was it Mitbahl?
Diana got up and walked towards the window.
Outside was pitch black, an eerie silence prevailing with no
Marlowe was waiting inside, and when she saw Yosef approaching, she immediately set down her tea cup and hurried over. "Yosef!" She ran to Yosef, concerned about his somewhat pale face, and a hint of worry flashed in her eyes. "Your injury is healed, right? Why do you still look so bad?" She reached out to grab Yosef's arm. "I brought some supplements for you. Have the servants give them to you regularly." "Hmm." Yosef reached out, freeing his arm from her grasp. The Nelsons and the Dings were important business partners for generations, and he had known Marlowe since childhood. He granted her some face, but there was no hint of romantic feelings between them. Marlowe was long accustomed to his cold attitude. She caught up, saying, "Yosef, I joined the New Talent Design Competition. Can you take a look at my semifinal entry? I want to hear your opinion." "No time." "This competition is crucial. If I pass
"Miss Jephson?" "Yes." "Mr. Simmons has reserved a private room on the second floor. He said if you come, I should take you there." Liora nodded and followed the waiter upstairs. Unlike the bustling first floor, the second floor was quiet, filled with private rooms, reminiscent of a high-end hotel. The waiter led Liora to a room and left. Carrying her bag, Liora reached for the door. The room was spacious, and in the middle, an attractive man sat on a large, soft sofa. It was Simmons. What surprised Liora was that there was no one else in the room, just Simmons. On the glass table in front of him, there was a creamy cake. Seeing her approach, Simmons's lips curled slightly. "Liora, I've been waiting for you for a long time." "Why are you the only one here?" Liora put her bag down. Feeling the temperature in the room was a bit high, she took off her coat, revealing her stun
"Oh no, how do we find her in this chaos?" Ben panicked like a headless fly. Ignoring the situation, he grabbed a nearby waiter, demanding, "Where's Liora? Where is she!?" The waiter, startled, cautioned, "Sir, please calm down..." Leo and Anthony pulled him back, "Don't be impulsive. If we expose ourselves, it's game over!" "Yeah, randomly asking people won't help. We need a plan," Anthony added. The waiter, composed now, looked at Ben and said, "Are you asking about Miss Jephson?" "You know?!" Ben pushed away his bewildered teammates, excited. "Miss Jephson is in a private room on the second floor. I escorted her there just now. Please follow me." The waiter nodded and led them upstairs. Leo exchanged glances with Anthony, both thinking, 'Well, sometimes being naive works!' After reaching the second floor, Ben eagerly grabbed the doorknob but couldn't turn it. The room was locked from the inside.
Liora slightly extended her arms, "I can't move well, carry me upstairs." "Sure..." As if waking from a dream, Ben quickly reached out, delicately lifting Liora from the passenger seat. As an entertainer, he had regular workout sessions to maintain his physique, so carrying Liora wasn't much of a strain. Yet, Ben's legs felt a bit weak. Excited. She was so close to him. Leaning her head on his chest, her slender fingers curled around his neck. A faint fragrance surrounded him, and he felt like he was in a dream. Suppressing the excitement within, Ben carried the beauty and brought her into the apartment. As he placed her on the bed, with his hands now empty, Ben suddenly felt a sense of emptiness in his heart. He didn't want to let go... Liora furrowed her brows, leaning against the edge of the bed with her chest heaving, an expression that appeared rather unusual. Ben felt a sense of con
A kiss! He had kissed Liora yesterday! The soft touch still seemed to linger, and Ben absentmindedly reached out, gently touching his lips. With a "whoosh," the bathroom door swung open. Ben instinctively turned his head and saw Liora wrapped in a towel, walking out of the bathroom. With wet hair falling on her shoulders, revealing a snowy neck and sexy collarbone, and two long, straight legs, he couldn't help but stare. "Awake?" Liora's tone was calm. Panicking, Ben turned away, rubbing his hands together, unable to make direct eye contact. In a daze, he suddenly felt something was off. He lifted the blanket covering him and looked down. Oh no. Where are his pants?! Now, he was left with only a pair of boxers clinging to his body. No wonder he felt a bit chilly down there. The problem was... He remembered stopping in time yesterday; nothing happened, right?!
"Is that so? Then you better come back and tell me all about it." Ben blinked, "What's going on? Why do I feel like I heard Ramingo's voice?" "Because I'm right here. I had Anthony put it on speaker!" Ramingo's voice echoed faintly, "Ben, after the last lesson, I thought you had changed your ways, but it seems you're still out there chasing women?!" "No, no, it's not like that!" Ben was startled, "This time it's serious. She's a doctor!" Ramingo fell silent for a moment. Then he sneered, "Well, you sure play around." Ben: ??? Ramingo spoke sternly over the phone, "You've got half an hour. Hurry up and get back here!" Over forty minutes later, Ben pushed open the door to Ramingo's office, panting heavily. Upon entering, he saw Leo and Anthony sitting on the couch, their legs tightly crossed, wearing expressions of misery. Clearly, they had just been reprimanded. Feeling uneasy, Ben immediately fla
After a brief conversation with Leah, Colin pocketed his phone and descended the stairs.He bent down, sitting beside Diana."Diana, you accompanied Leah to the interview last time, right?""Yeah.""Is that film crew reliable?""Very much so. Brand is the director, quite famous. And the male lead is the current idol, Wesley, really handsome in person."Diana sighed and, noticing Colin's expression, became a bit serious.At that moment, James walked in.Seeing Colin's displeased expression, he was puzzled. "Why that look, Colin? Did you just break up?"Diana slowly spoke, "Colin just talked to Leah on the phone."James instantly understood, "She called to break up?"He slapped his thigh."I knew it! A beautiful girl like her would only be interested in you if she was sick, and as soon as she recovers, she's gone!"Diana: ... Dad, that's a bit too much!Colin lifted his head slowly, "No,
Hawkesworth approached Ben, whispering urgently, "Ben, let's go. Confronting him like this will only lead to trouble if we're identified." Ben remained unmoved, "If he wants to leave, let him. I'm not backing down now." Hawkesworth ran to Wesley, anxious, "Wesley, come on! We're public figures; if this gets worse, none of us will benefit. Can't we just let it go?" Wesley sneered, "Let it go? They apologize and compensate, then I might consider dropping it." Hawkesworth turned back, "Ben, the concert is just after the New Year. If something goes wrong now, Ramingo won't just ruin you, but he'll ruin me too!" Ben stood firm, "I won't back down after throwing those words. Whoever gives in first is the coward. I can't surrender now." Hawkesworth was on the verge of tears, "Fine, I'm the coward. I'm the coward, okay? Please, just get in the car!" Ben stood his ground, outwardly calm but inwardly anxious. 'Why did I agree to