CHAPTER 94: CHAPTER 90: I’M GLAD YOU WAITED HERE JUST FOR ME

Mason Cross coughed, covering his mouth, "Emma! Thank goodness the Boss isn’t here, otherwise I wouldn’t dream of leaving alive..."

Laura Quincy had a line of black across her forehead; what she feared was being stunning.

Mason checked his watch, "Miss Quincy, let’s go. It’s almost time."

Laura awkwardly lifted her skirt and followed him out. She really hated being dressed up deliciously just to be presented in front of The Devil. She felt like a pastry, ready to be devoured by him at any moment.

Awkward...

On the broad platform atop The Helene Tower, a private luxury helicopter descended slowly under the cover of night, the cabin door opened, and a cold, handsome man in a black Armani suit stepped out. His dark eyes shone like starlight, radiating coolness.

He was Jason Hawthorne, who had just hurried back from Volkovia, and he hadn’t had time to rest, a slight stubble showed along his jaw.

It made him even more masculine!

"Mr. Hawthorne, this way please."

The attendant, who had been waiting on the rooftop, bowed as he spoke and walked ahead on Jason’s indication to lead the way.

At that moment, Laura had already arrived at the revolving restaurant.

The empty splendor of the place puzzled her, "Why is there no one here?"

Mason replied, "This is the Boss’s surprise for Miss Quincy."

Laura "Um..."

Is this so-called surprise clearing the place?

"Miss Quincy, what kind of instrumental music do you like to listen to? Piano? Cello? Violin? Saxophone? Greek harp? Accordion..."

Mason listed more than a dozen instruments for Laura to choose from.

Laura felt her head spin, "Anything."

She didn’t understand any of these, they were all okay.

Mason said no more, seemingly understanding.

Laura sat down and wished she could take off the ten-centimeter high heels. New shoes really rubbed her feet! Her heels couldn’t take it at all!

"I’m going to the restroom."

"The Boss will be here in ten minutes; he doesn’t like waiting."

"Uh..."

Damn it! He doesn’t like waiting so I have to wait for him? What a bastard! So excessive!

Laura teetered in her high heels and found the restroom, intentionally dawdling for several minutes. When she came out, she coincidentally ran into Jason Hawthorne at the elevator coming down from the rooftop.

"Woman, I’m pleased you purposely waited for me here."

Seeing her, Jason was obviously in a great mood.

Especially as she was dressed so beautifully, he hadn’t seen her for a few days, all he imagined was being with her!

"I..."

Laura was just about to say, "I was just passing through here..."

The nearby attendant wisely stepped away.

Leaving just the two entwined, even though Laura was quite reluctant.

Every time, it left her feeling a stunning sensation that couldn’t be expressed...

Just as she was on the verge of panic, Jason reluctantly let go of her, his lips curling in a faint smile, "Never enough..."

Laura: "Um..."

This bastard did it on purpose!

"Let’s go to the restaurant first."

Laura lowered her head, her voice as soft as a mosquito’s buzz. She only wanted to leave quickly to avoid being seen by anyone coming out of the elevator, how awkward...

To Jason, her lowered eyes and timid demeanor stirred up his protective instincts.

Plus, not having seen her for a few days made his yearning even stronger.

This urgent, restless feeling was a first for him.

Jason, tall and long-legged, easily outpaced Laura.

Laura followed behind, cursing inwardly, The Demon King! Chauvinistic pig! Can’t he see I’m struggling to walk behind him? Not even a thought to wait?

Perhaps hearing her inner complaints, Jason suddenly stopped, turning to look at Laura, whose face was full of grievances, "What’s the matter?"

In a bad mood, Laura retorted, "Don’t you see how much longer your legs are than mine, and that I’m walking slow for a good reason."

Her implicit complaint was that Jason was too self-centered to wait for her, which frustrated her, especially since she had thought he was considerate...

Apparently, only occasionally.

Jason wasn’t foolish. Naturally, he understood and stood waiting for her to close the gap before holding her hand, his eyebrows raised playfully, "Is that what you mean?"

Laura’s face reddened, keen to shake off his hand, "Who said that’s what I meant? Let go of me now!"

But Jason wouldn’t let her off so easily.

He firmly held her hand, his deep voice gentle like a cello, "Behave, don’t fuss."

Laura immediately felt a sense of being cared for. After a few futile attempts to break free, she gave up, though her heel pain worsened...

Jason seemed to notice something off about her walk, "Did you sprain your foot?"

Laura bit her lip, "The new shoes are rubbing my feet."

Jason glanced down at her ten-centimeter high heels before decisively picking her up in his arms and striding towards the restaurant.

"Ah!"

Laura hadn’t expected this move from him, and clung to his neck in a panic, a mix of emotions swirling inside her.

As they walked to the restaurant, the attendants remained composed as if accustomed to such scenes...

Once seated, Jason directly removed Laura’s shoes, his hands easily enveloped her petite, fair feet, noticing a blister at her heel.

He couldn’t help but furrow his brow, "Mason, go to a nearby pharmacy and get some medicine."

"And buy a pair of flat shoes."

"What size?"

"36."

"Okay."

After Mason Cross responded and left, Laura Quincy blushed deeply with embarrassment, yet her heart overflowed with layers of sweetness...

"I want to sit over there."

Laura Quincy twisted her body, trying to leave his lap. Ever since that unexpected night, their relationship has developed rather swiftly...

Uncontrollably so!

Even if they only meet once every two or three days, it is overly intimate.

It’s completely different from what she thought!

Some people say that love itself is fierce, catching people off guard. The development between them is also completely beyond their control...

Jason Hawthorne held down her restless body, "Don’t move!"

"It’s inconvenient to eat like this."

"I think it’s quite convenient."

"Uh..."

"If your foot hurts, just bear with it, Mason Cross will be back soon."

"It’s okay..."

"Then be good and sit still."

"Uh..."

Honestly, Laura Quincy is still very unaccustomed to eating on The Demon King’s lap. Such intimate behavior she never had with Jasper Hawthorne.

Since being with The Demon King, many things she used to think could never happen have actually occurred...

The waiters then filed in to bring all the dishes they had ordered previously, arranging them neatly before leaving. A musician holding a violin stood not far away, slowly drawing the strings, playing a soothing and melodious "The Joy of Love."

Flowers, red wine, candles...

The ceiling of the restaurant is entirely transparent glass, allowing them to admire the starry sky while dining, a romantic beauty that induces intoxication.

Laura Quincy felt she’d rather sit on the chair opposite The Demon King. Eating there would make her feel more comfortable and have more leisure to appreciate the stunning scenery...

But the reality is, she sits on Jason Hawthorne’s lap, not daring to move, cutting the steak repeatedly without success, and Jason Hawthorne took away the knife and fork.

"Let me help you."

"Uh..."

Laura Quincy’s face was mortified, wishing she could find a hole to hide in.

So embarrassing!

Jason Hawthorne took the knife and fork from her hands, elegantly slicing the steak into small pieces, using the fork to feed Laura Quincy, you take a bite, I take a bite...

Usually, this kind of mutual feeding between couples is a sweet, bubbling display, but Laura Quincy seemed somewhat out of place...

Although the taste is quite good, she is not eating very... comfortably.

"Uh... I’ll do it myself."

She reached out to take the knife, but Jason Hawthorne stopped her.

"What? You’re not satisfied with me feeding you? This is a privilege many cannot enjoy."

Jason Hawthorne was in a good mood tonight. After a few days without seeing each other, the little woman actually dressed up beautifully to wait for him at the elevator door. Thinking about it made his mood much better.

"I like doing things myself."

"Then you feed me."

"Uh..."

Laura Quincy was at a loss, is this guy acting strange today?

She shifted her position, trying to find a more comfortable way to sit.

"Don’t move!"

Jason Hawthorne slapped her butt, suddenly realizing the nice feel, and couldn’t help himself...

Laura Quincy felt chaotic in the wind.

"I’m not in a good position to exert force."

"If you can’t exert force, let me cut it."

"Uh..."

Alright! So what we talked about just now was all nonsense, completely useless...

Jason Hawthorne suddenly turned her chin, forcing her face to turn to him, "What? Are you throwing a tantrum?"

Laura Quincy pursed her lips, "Who says so? Anyway, your opinion is the decree. Whatever I say will be rejected."

Her eyes brim with innocence.

Jason Hawthorne’s dark eyes squinted, still claiming not to be throwing a tantrum? Isn’t this throwing a tantrum at him? What does this mean? Having her sit on him is special fondness; she still doesn’t want it?

He has never given such an honor to any woman!

"Do you find me domineering and overbearing?"

Laura Quincy pretended to be unconcerned, pouting with grievance, "I never said so! Don’t accuse me."

"Is that so?"

"Absolutely true! Truer than pearls!"

Jason Hawthorne stared at her for several seconds, "I see your ability to lie with open eyes is increasing by the day!"

Laura Quincy blinked innocently, "Your misunderstanding of me is too grand!"

Jason Hawthorne snorted, "Your cleverness is quite abundant!"

Laura Quincy started interning outside since her freshman year, so she has rich social experience, often knowing how to adapt and not getting stuck in dead ends.

She knows well that rigidity is no good for her; on the contrary, it only brings setbacks and obstacles.

As a girl, one should learn to protect oneself, not easily putting oneself in danger...

"I’m just not too dumb."

When saying this, Laura Quincy’s attitude was very modest.

Jason Hawthorne’s gaze burned as he looked at her, his rough finger pad slowly exploring her delicate lips, "From now on, I’ve got you covered!"