Ben, on the floor, had his pants down to his knees, revealing red underwear.
The two men locked eyes, creating an ambiguous atmosphere that seemed to exude a hint of "gay."
The expressions on Liora and Diana's faces became increasingly complicated as they watched the scene unfold.
After a moment, Diana cleared her throat slightly, bringing the attention back to the two on the ground.
"Cough, Ben, mind the occasion."
Ben finally snapped out of it and quickly pushed Leo away, scrambling to stand up, trying to buckle his pants.
Nervously adjusting his belt, he turned to see Liora at the door.
With an inexplicable sense of being caught in the act, he stammered, "Uh, I... I..."
Liora clicked her tongue, "It seems I misunderstood your sexual orientation earlier."
Ben was taken aback, "Misunderstood? No, no, no, there's no misunderstanding... Dr. Jephson, it's not what you think..."
Diana touched her nose, hidi
"What are you... doing?" "A gift for you, just me, silly boy." Liora reached out, teasing Ben's nose. In Ben's astonished gaze, her red lips met his. Covering his. Ben widened his eyes, feeling the softness on his lips, a "boom" resounding in his head. Exploding like a firework. A buzzing in his mind, utterly losing his ability to think. He reached out, pinching his own thigh. Ouch! Not a dream! Ben placed both hands by his sides, clenching and relaxing. Finally, unable to resist. To hell with reason! He reached out, grasping Liora's slender waist, closing his eyes, deepening the kiss. She was too fragrant, too sweet. And too seductive. What he had dreamt of a thousand times was finally coming true, and his heart trembled with excitement. He held the beauty in his arms, fully immersing himself in the kiss. Completely abandoning reaso
Kirin stood still, unmoving. His eyes subtly glanced towards Yosef on the bench, seemingly waiting for him to speak. Seeing his expression, the burly man realized that Yosef was the decision-maker. He impatiently shouted towards Yosef, "Hey, make your people behave and give me the ball already!" Yosef, holding a pen, finally showed some movement. He slowly raised his head, and his narrow eyes swept over the burly man's face. The burly man was slightly taken aback. The man appeared pale and weak, lacking any intimidation. However, the slightly melancholic gaze made him involuntarily uneasy. "What's with that look? Didn't you hear what I just said?" the burly man scowled. Yosef's phoenix eyes narrowed, and he remained silent for a while before speaking, "Kirin." At the mention of his name, Kirin's face darkened as he handed the basketball to the burly man. "Fine, take it!" The burly man, with a triumphant attitude, took the baske
It was John's voice. Excitedly, she leaned against the window to see. And then... Damn it, she actually saw Yosef and John together. They were talking and laughing, getting along well. And most importantly, Yosef was sitting on John's lap!!! Diana woke up abruptly, startled. Looking at the white ceiling, she remained calm for three seconds before regaining her senses. She slowly sat up. What the hell. Why would she dream of such a bizarre scenario? It must be because of Yosef's sudden letter yesterday, disturbing her peace of mind, causing her to dream of such inexplicable scenes. But never mind. In the dream, they actually looked quite compatible... Diana got up, washed her face, and then headed out. The styling studio she took over from Frank was downright ugly. She hired a renovation company to give it a complete makeover. The style of the studio was all
"Indeed. When the time comes, let's see what those old fools have to say." A cold smile finally crept onto Christopher's face. He turned his head to look at Wallace lying in bed with cloudy eyes, his brow furrowing with disdain. "What a coincidence that you woke up at this time," he sneered coldly. "You heard it too. The day I officially take over the company is drawing near. Then, you'll finally be free." Wallace lay still, unable to move, but his facial muscles twitched violently, betraying intense anger. Christopher paid him no mind, turning to the doctor nearby. "Will Stan bring anyone tomorrow? Will there be any slip-ups?" "Mr. Patel, rest assured. This medication is unlikely to be detected by ordinary means. There won't be any issues." Satisfied, Christopher instructed, "Give him two injections today to ensure he doesn't wake up unexpectedly tomorrow when Stan arrives, causing trouble for me." "Yes, Mr. Pa
Diana stood there, looking adorable in her soft pink coat, white boots, and a fuzzy hat with two rabbit ears dangling behind her. The icy atmosphere in the office instantly dissipated, replaced by a warmth akin to a gentle breeze sweeping through a mountain valley in spring. John's gaze softened as he said tenderly, "Little girl, when did you arrive?" "Just now! I came to surprise you, but you've been silent all along. Is someone in there?" Diana asked playfully. "Maybe there is, why don't you come in and check for yourself?" John suggested. "Really? Well, then you better not move," Diana teased. Diana dashed over and tossed her bag onto the nearby couch before plunging into John's embrace, seating herself on his lap. Her hands roamed, touching places they shouldn't, exploring every inch. Ah, the familiar touch. John's sturdy arms instinctively wrapped around her waist, enveloping her in warmth and tenderness.
"Logically, she should give it to you..." Diana turned to look at John, puzzled. But she met his chilly gaze. Diana fell silent for a moment. Then suddenly, something occurred to her. Her face paled, and she pointed to herself, stuttering, "Wait, could it be... she likes me?" John squinted, "Anyway, stay away from her." Hearing this, Diana was completely sure of her suspicion. Damn it! No wonder, last time at the estate, Kismet had shyly asked for her contact information! This was way too confusing! After a brief moment of shock, Diana couldn't help but remark, "Gosh, this is so perplexing. Why would she develop feelings for me out of the blue?!" ... Meanwhile, at the Thompson residence. After dinner, James sat behind his desk and emptied his briefcase, scattering books with colorful covers all over the table. They were all books he had ordered online. James furrowed his b
Soon, the sound of a car starting echoed from the yard as Andrew slowly drove away from the Thompson residence. Inside the mansion, an unusual silence fell. Diana let out a soft sigh and quickly made her way upstairs to James's study room. Opening the door, she found James sitting on the nearby sofa, his expression tense and somewhat grim. Upon seeing her, James raised his gaze slightly. "Andrew left?" he asked. "He did," Diana furrowed her brows slightly. "Dad, Andrew came all this way, and you managed to drive him away again. It's been so long, can't you just have a decent conversation with him?" "How did I not have a decent conversation? That brat clearly can't take a hint. He infuriates me!" James replied sharply. Diana was a bit speechless. She always thought her dad was a bit old-fashioned but ultimately kind-hearted and understanding. But on this matter, wasn't he being unreasonable? Just as she was about to speak, she noticed t
Wesley: ... How did she figure that out? Is it so obvious on my face? Wesley's expression shifted slightly, and he coughed lightly, "You're overthinking it. I don't have that intention." "Then why are you waiting by my door?" Wesley: ... "Which eye did you see me waiting for you with? I'm here because I got the wrong room. I'm leaving now!" Wesley was infuriated. Every time he tried to help her, he ended up getting angry. She was impossible to deal with. But the thought of her, a newcomer without any connections, being targeted by Amelia like that, made him feel uneasy. Wesley hesitated for a moment, then resignedly walked back. "You can't handle Amelia. I'll help you." At his words, Leah's beautiful eyes narrowed, and she looked at him, suddenly smiling. "You want to help me?" "Yeah." "Hmm," Leah chuckled mischievously, "So, you do have a thing for me." "Are you crazy? Wh