Eranthe blinked, "I'm not quite sure about Miss Peterson's identity, and besides, your actions just now were indeed a bit too intimate.""Hugging your waist is considered intimate? What about when you were moaning on my bed?"Eranthe widened her eyes, almost wanting to cover his mouth directly, "Mr. Rodriguez, please don't be unreasonable."Their relationship privately, of course, had to be handled with some emotions. They couldn't just shake hands like in business meetings and then ask, 'Would you like to undress first?'When facing someone familiar, who would want to assert dominance or anything? Isn't that what girlfriends are supposed to do?She's just a one-night stand, and everyone knows that. Besides, if he wanted to use her to make the other party retreat, at least he should have given her a signal. He didn't show any signs, so how could she have guessed? She wasn't going to take this blame.Just as they were discussing this, Matthew actually arrived, and several men gathered
Zora stared at him intently, then followed his line of sight, looking towards Eranthe, who was back on the court with Harold.She admitted that, as a woman, her first reaction to seeing Eranthe was also awe-inspiring. It's not surprising that these men are captivated by her. However, that doesn't mean she would like Eranthe.What she found most intolerable was someone like Colin. When there was nothing special in his eyes before, she could convince herself that it was just his personality. But when she discovered someone was extraordinary, that uniqueness would pierce her heart, causing an uncomfortable and painful feeling."Hey, practice with me." Zora directly pointed to a practice partner and went onto the court, right next to Eranthe and the others. They were deeply engrossed in their game, with no time to pay attention to Zora's side.As Eranthe played more, her focus returned. Coupled with her form-fitting attire that highlighted her figure without revealing too much skin, and h
Frank wanted to whistle and quietly pulled Fiona aside to watch the commotion.Eranthe felt reserved around Matthew but slightly better when facing Colin. However, standing against him for the first time felt peculiar.Her focus, however, was mostly on Zora.Matthew, indifferent to the tactics of these two, started the game. The first two players were evenly matched, denying any chances for others to hit the ball.Fiona, enjoying the scene, nestled in Frank's arms, asked, "Darling, who do you think will win?"Frank chuckled, finding her question amusing. From whichever perspective, winning the game meant losing in personal matters."I really can't answer that."Observing Harold, who had already begun flirting with a female companion, Frank glanced around. Fiona muttered, "Her figure doesn't seem to match Eranthe's."That was true.Recalling the first time he saw Eranthe with Dylan, Frank couldn't fathom people's reactions. At least, he thought Eranthe was somewhat blinded at that time
"Okay."When Eranthe left, she glanced at Colin, probably going for a smoke with Matthew. It might take a while for them to come back. If she moved quickly, she could leave sooner.She showered quickly, changed into her own clothes, neatly folded the ones she took off, picked up her bag, and left. During this time, there was no news from Colin. She planned to leave, so as not to be targeted again by Zora, that mad dog.Colin wasn't her man. Why should she pay for his romantic entanglements? They were just bed partners at most.Cursing in her heart, Eranthe found Fiona waiting for her as soon as she came out."Oh, perfect timing. Let's go." Fiona hooked her arm around Eranthe's shoulder.Going out from the lounge led to an outdoor sunroom. Wealthy people could find entertainment anywhere. With this consumer group, they could naturally create a "scenic spot" in the steel city for them to relax and unwind.Going down the stairs, Eranthe said to Fiona, "I'll leave later.""Why not have di
Fiona nodded and briefly explained the situation that had just occurred.Harold quickly stepped forward to defuse the situation, "It's all a misunderstanding. Eranthe, just let her go. It doesn't look good if we make a scene like this."Eranthe didn't expect Harold to take her side, and she, expressionless, released Zora, thinking the confrontation was over.However, Zora, still furious, attempted to strike Eranthe. Without hesitation, Eranthe dropped her bag, ready to defend herself.Frank intervened once again, forcefully pulling Zora away, almost throwing her to the ground. "Have you lost your mind? If you're sick, go see a doctor. If anyone brings her to my place again, they won't have any friends left," Frank declared sternly.Harold awkwardly touched his nose, feeling uncomfortable about the whole situation.Eranthe, not wanting to deal with them any longer, picked up her bag and headed downstairs.However, her injured ankle slowed her down.Matthew patted Frank's shoulder, "I'm
Eranthe rolled her eyes. Both of the two men were insane!She directly unbuckled her seatbelt, opened the car door, and didn't get into Colin's car. Instead, she walked towards the outside.The security guard at the entrance didn't know what had happened, hurried over to help close the door, thinking that the two luxury cars were about to collide. Little did he know that the car that was supposed to crash had already reversed.Matthew rolled down the car window, smiled at Colin, and then drove out.Eranthe folded her hands, using her bag to cover the damaged part of her skirt. She limped forward, not moving very fast.To be honest, she had been in such a destitute situation before, but if there wasn't a luxury car following her from behind, she wouldn't have attracted the attention of everyone on the road.Colin followed her at a leisurely pace, occasionally honking the horn.Eranthe, however, was stubborn and simply ignored him, finding a bench on the roadside to sit down and watch t
Once she was sure that Dylan, the damned pervert, hadn't left anything behind, she turned on the lights.As she walked to the balcony to retrieve her clothes from a couple of days ago, she figured Colin probably had already left. So, she didn't bother to check.But if she wanted to look, a single glance would reveal that his car was still there.Eranthe returned to her room, still a bit fearful of opening the wardrobe. Mustering up courage, she pushed the wardrobe doors open and casually picked up some clean clothes, heading towards the bathroom.She even felt that in the future, whenever she opened the wardrobe, this kind of shadow might haunt her, all thanks to that scumbag Dylan.Eranthe gently removed her makeup, placed a bath bomb in the bathtub, turned on the tablet to continue watching the comedy variety show she hadn't finished last time, poured herself a glass of red wine, lit an aromatherapy lamp, and prepared a plate of fruit salad. She wanted to relax and enjoy a soothing
If her skincare routine failed, and she gained wrinkles, it wouldn't be worth it.Colin, however, ignored her surprised expression. He picked up the massage oil from the table, applied some to his hands, and began to give her a massage, neither too gentle nor too forceful.Eranthe looked at his profile and felt strangely guilty again.She would rather he scolded her directly, called her all sorts of ungrateful names, anything would be better than him silently and earnestly applying medicine to her foot.With nothing else to do, she decided to turn on the projector. Soon, the large screen in the living room displayed the show she had been watching earlier.Colin's big palm continued to massage her ankle with just the right amount of pressure. In no time, Eranthe started to feel drowsy, and she rested her eyes, holding onto a throw pillow.When she came to her senses, things had already taken a turn.Colin's hand was no longer at her ankle but gradually moving upward. As he lifted her t