CHAPTER 152: CHAPTER 152: HUSBAND RETURNS

The next morning, July Quinn was still groggy with sleep.

At that moment, a strange yet familiar warmth suddenly came close.

July Quinn opened her eyes in confusion and saw that distinctively handsome face.

In the morning light, the man’s features were exquisite, yet his overly sharp black eyes gave him a terrifying, menacing aura.

For several seconds, July Quinn’s mind went blank.

When her brain finally started functioning a little, she gasped, "Why are you back?"

Weren’t you supposed to be on a business trip for half a month?

How did he end up in her bed after she slept?

And what was his hand doing, wandering beneath the covers?

But before July could get any answers to this series of questions, she was overwhelmed by a rough kiss that left her breathless.

And as if that wasn’t enough, he wanted to go further.

Luckily, her period saved her life last night.

Yet this shameless man insistently pulled her hand...

When it was all over, July Quinn lay there like a fish out of water, gasping for breath.

Her hand, in particular, trembled incessantly.

The man, having released his tension, seemed much more cheerful.

The ominous look was gone from his face, and he even thoughtfully massaged July’s hand.

But his touch seemed to trigger something in her, making her sit up suddenly.

"Weren’t you supposed to be away for at least half a month?"

This is only the third day!

"Weren’t you worried I wouldn’t fulfill my duties, and you’d find someone else to do it for me?"

The man said with a mischievous tone, pinching July beneath the covers.

July’s face flushed instantly, unsure if it was from anger or teasing.

Seeing July still glaring at him, the man decisively pulled her back under the covers, pinning his entire body on hers, driving July crazy beneath him.

The man didn’t know that seeing July so flustered made the corners of his mouth twitch upwards.

The only thing he knew was that seeing no one else beside July made him inexplicably reassured.

Plus, knowing July was on her period meant she hadn’t been up to anything last night—his wandering heart finally found peace.

"Get up, are you trying to suffocate me?"

Though July was strong, she was helpless against his overwhelming presence, leaving her unable to move.

This time, the man relented.

Just before getting up, he gave July a pinch.

"You should be glad your visitor is here today. Otherwise... I’d kill you!"

As he spoke, his voice was hoarse to the extreme, not to mention seductively intoxicating, and his eyes were filled with deep desire.

So July could easily imagine with her toes how he intended to "kill" her.

The images flashing through her mind made her face flush even hotter.

Alright, although she flirted effortlessly, her practical experience was zero.

Knowing she might give herself away if she stayed longer, she decisively kicked the man off and jumped out of bed, heading into the bathroom.

When she came out of the bathroom again, her expression was as usual.

Only to find Kyle Keaton standing by her desk, frowning at her scattered notebook and leftover snacks and instant noodles.

"What is this stuff you’re eating?"

Kyle looked at the half-eaten instant noodles, the broth black and looking odd.

"Oh, I put some brown sugar in it."

"Why would you add brown sugar?"

"My period came, and it hurts. People say to drink brown sugar water, and I was about to eat instant noodles anyway, so I just combined them for convenience."

Kyle couldn’t help but twitch his mouth: "..."

It’s a wonder she could stomach it.

Soon, Kyle’s attention was drawn to the content in the open notebook.

It was a drum sheet music.

"You can play drums?"

"I learned a little before. It’s coming in handy this time."

As July said that, she took the notebook away.

"Coming in handy for what?"

July didn’t hold back and shared about the upcoming "Creation Camp" performance, and how "Creation Camp" and Project Lime would compete to sell exclusive rights to Esteria TV with Kyle.

Who knew, Kyle casually replied after listening: "If you want to sell it, I can just make a call."

July was speechless: "..."