CHAPTER 129: CHAPTER 129: THE ONLY LIGHT

But just as Kyle Keaton’s lips approached July Quinn, a cup of coffee was shoved into his hands.

The man’s handsome face immediately darkened with discontent.

The culprit flashed a charming smile: "Honey, confidence is good. But too much confidence is narcissism, that’s a condition, it needs treatment."

After mocking him, July Quinn skillfully slipped out of his grasp and pulled out a small mirror to check her makeup, worried it might be ruined by Kyle Keaton.

Seeing this, Kyle Keaton’s dark eyes grew even darker: "If you’re not trying to entice me, then who are you trying to entice?"

He believed no man could see July Quinn looking like this and not want to claim her.

Perhaps it was this thought that caused him to subconsciously recall the figure of that man from the evening before.

"Am I not allowed to dress up for an interview today?"

Without turning around, July Quinn took out lipstick and touched up.

Thanks to Nina and Nathan causing a stir earlier, lately "Creation Camp" has been a sensation across the country without any need for promotion, overshadowing the previous Project Lime’s popularity.

For this reason, Wisteria TV planned a special interview about the behind-the-scenes of "Creation Camp."

As the show’s chief planner, July Quinn was naturally on the interview list.

"Interview?"

The crease in Kyle Keaton’s brow deepened.

Even without appearing on the show, there were people around her eager to seize the chance to make their mark on him.

If she dressed like this on the show, it would be unbearable.

The frustrating image made Kyle Keaton pull the woman back into his arms.

"Change your clothes before you go."

"Why? This outfit doesn’t show cleavage or backside!"

July Quinn considered her outfit quite appropriate; otherwise, she wouldn’t have deliberately chosen to wear it.

"Even without showing, it’s still not okay."

Just that gleaming white skin alone, who wouldn’t want to glue their eyes to it?

But as soon as Kyle Keaton finished speaking, July Quinn let out a chuckle.

"Honey, you’re jealous again, aren’t you?"

July Quinn didn’t forget, last time she teased Kyle Keaton like this, he turned around to leave, eager to distance himself from her.

She thought this time would be the same.

But then...

The kiss landed unexpectedly.

It seized her breath, her senses, her entire world.

Seeing her look like an enchantress, Kyle Keaton just wanted to kiss her.

Now she dared to resist, it actually gave him an opportunity to punish her.

This was the intended punishment, so why did he himself get lost in this kiss?

Until he was nearly overwhelmed, Kyle Keaton used the last bits of his rationality to release July Quinn.

"If you don’t change, I’ll help you change now."

His voice was hoarse, unlike him.

And the gaze he laid on July Quinn was like a hungry wolf staring at a tempting prey.

Facing those unfriendly eyes, July Quinn felt like if she resisted now, she’d be devoured without leaving any bones.

So after careful consideration, July Quinn quickly returned to her room and changed into her denim pants and plain white T-shirt...

*

In no time, July Quinn was already working at Wisteria TV headquarters.

After the morning’s exclusive interview, July Quinn seemed somewhat distracted.

Because her mind kept replaying that kiss in the morning that left both her and Kyle Keaton confused and bewitched...

At this moment, her phone displayed a new email received.

[Sis, I’ve finished my exams. After I finish the volunteer activity, I’ll be back in Westmarch to hang out with you.]

The brief email content made July Quinn’s lips unconsciously curl up.

This was sent by the Quinn’s family’s third child, Joy Quinn.

It could be said that Joy Quinn was the only member of the Quinn Family who maintained contact with her over the years.

Every holiday, Joy Quinn would send emails to July Quinn.

It should be said that Joy Quinn was like her only sunshine during these solitary years spent abroad.

So, without much hesitation, July Quinn replied.

[Great, see you soon.]

Just as she sent the email, July Quinn’s phone rang.