Jeffrey's pupils contracted sharply. He had been restraining himself before because he didn’t want to take advantage of her vulnerability. Yet now, she called his name and said she missed him. Why should he still restrain himself? "Do you really want this?" he asked. His familiar voice struck Melanie’s ears. It was hoarse and alluring, with a deadly temptation. She hummed in response, and sent him a flirty smile. Her seductive voice broke down his last line of defense easily. He kissed her face boldly, and then pried open her mouth as he kissed her deeper. With the familiar feeling and her natural response to him, Melanie thought she was drowning in Jeffrey’s love. She couldn't help but call out softly, "Jeffrey, I knew you wouldn't leave me..." Jeffrey furrowed his brows, and stopped. He was not the Jeffrey she thought he was. How would he explain this to her when she woke up tomorrow morning? In the end, he still had to restrain himself! Annoyed, he loosened his t
The next day. Melanie was awakened by the incessant buzzing of her phone. She rolled over, and reached for the direction of the vibration without opening her eyes. The next second, what she touched wasn't the cold phone, but a warm face with defined features... Startled, she opened her eyes. Only then did she see that it was Jefford's stern face right in front of her. He had hung up the phone that was buzzing just now, and explained shamelessly, "I hung it up for you, so you can sleep a little longer." "You...!" She was feeling groggy a second ago, but now, she was completely awakened by his close presence. She reached out to lift the blanket and take a look. She was wearing a bathrobe with nothing underneath, and there were several red marks on her body. "You rogue!" Melanie grabbed the pillow next to her, and covered his face with it. She wished she could suffocate him! "Mmm! Mmm!" Jeffrey struggled a few times, removed the "weapon" from her hand, and sat up to
Melanie was annoyed. She sighed, and said, "Mr. Yancey, do you have eyes? Don't think that a sarcastic remark can hurt my self-esteem. I have confidence in my own figure!" Jeffrey suppressed a laugh. "Usually, those who are so confident are the ones I’m not able to resist. Since I behaved myself last night, you should know that your confidence is unfounded." Melanie raised an eyebrow, feeling provoked. She put down her cutlery. "The Mr. Yancey I knew before was anything but well-behaved. I think your incapacity now is due to your trauma!" "You’ll know whether I'm capable or not after I do business," Jeffrey retorted with last night's reference, leaning toward her as he spoke. Melanie quickly got up, and slipped away. "I'm full, thanks for breakfast. Goodbye!" "Where are you going?" "No need for you to worry! Before your leg rots away, go and get an irresistible person and do your business!" she retorted in one breath, then tossed her hair and walked away in her high hee
Joseph smiled again. "Each of them has their own strengths and weaknesses. To be honest, neither of them is the best choice in my eyes. “First of all, the heir I want must understand fragrance and be skilled in blending scents, because this is the foundation of the York family. But they’re both not qualified. “Secondly, they must have offsprings. Alas, one avoids relationships with women and the other has a wandering eye. I don't have high hopes for them having descendants." "Your answer is equivalent to not answering at all," Melanie said bluntly. Joseph remained smiling. "You're right, but I'm also very helpless. I wish I could confidently tell you that I have a perfect heir in mind, but in the current situation, whoever ends up in my position will depend on their own abilities." Melanie frowned. "Are you allowing them to fight each other to the death? You're not stopping them, but encouraging them?" Was this the way to survive in the Yorks? By advocating bloodshed and e
This mobile phone had been left untouched for over a decade. Less than five people knew this number; in the past decade or so, two of the few who could contact this number had passed away... Thus, Joseph was shocked when the phone rang. Although unexpected, he had been supervising his servants to charge the phone every day for the past decade and keeping the line open, for he had always hoped that the phone would ring. He finally got his wish. The person on the other end of the phone called him President York. Someone had called him that when he was in his twenties... "Maximilian, long time no see." Joseph took off the oxygen mask, squinting. "I heard you haven't been feeling well lately. Can you still hold on? If not, I can personally come over," Maximilian said on the other end of the phone. Joseph laughed weakly, but vigorously. "When others passed away, you didn't personally intervene either, did you? So why do I have this honor?" "If you need me, just let me
"Having descendants and being skilled in perfumery. Who else could it be if not you?" Professor Turner continued. "That may be true, but…" Melanie pursed her lips. If it weren't for Professor Turner saying this, she really wouldn’t have thought about it. At that time, she only focused on winning Joseph's support or trying to find out his intentions. When it came to heirs, she had only thought of the two brothers, Harlow and Leo. She never considered herself. Moreover, she had never thought about inheriting any family business, especially since the Yorks weren’t her own family. Professor Turner seemed to have guessed what she was thinking, and said, "After hinting at this, he talked about giving you the power to make decisions. Joseph is careful and experienced, so there must be a reason for this. If he intends to make you heir, what would you do?" "I refuse." Melanie shook her head subconsciously. "The reason I came to the Yorks was to help Jefford, and also to resolve my e
"Yes, I have. Thank you for being so thoughtful," Melanie replied with a smile as she walked in. She had come to see Yelena wanting to know more about the relationship between Leo and Yelena. Now that Leo was in the room, she couldn't ask. "You even prepared breakfast for her?" Yelena asked Leo. He nodded. Yelena smiled. "Leo is the most thoughtful boy I've ever met. No one else compares." "Indeed," Melanie agreed with a smile. Leo also smiled modestly, waving his hand. He suddenly looked up at Melanie, and asked, "Which type of pastry do you like the most? I'll have them prepare it tomorrow." Melanie hesitated for a moment. He was testing her! Fortunately, she had actually eaten them earlier. She was afraid of encountering Leo and feeling awkward when asked. "I've already had breakfast before I came, but the pastries you sent were so exquisite that I couldn't resist tasting a few. The pink one was the best. It smelled like rose petals," she replied tactfully. Leo s
Yelena stepped out, and declared loudly, "Everyone, my father isn't feeling well and has just fallen asleep. He won't be able to see you for the time being," On the sofa, Robert squinted and stood up. "Miss York, we came today to see Mr. York for an important matter. Since he's sleeping, we can wait." Yelena didn’t give them any room to negotiate. “The doctor advised him to rest fully. Even if he wakes up, he may not be able to see you all.” "Well, that's a bit inconvenient." Robert shrugged, feigning helplessness. "Since Miss York is here, why not discuss it with her?" He added, "Miss York, you probably know that it's almost time for the annual perfume competition to take place. The committee needs to prepare in advance. Since Mr. York can't participate this year, we've come specifically to consult him. We want to see if he has any young talents in mind to recommend, as the chairman of the committee." The Yorks frowned. Ever since the Angle family’s name became well-know