CHAPTER 111: CHAPTER 111: WARMING UP THE BED IS ALSO A TECHNICAL JOB (4)

Kris Cooper’s nerves were stretched to their breaking point.

"If you touch me again, I’m really going to act on it."

He was a man, and the woman he loved most was in his arms. Such a stimulus was a temptation no man could resist, especially since she was the one initiating it.

Before he could finish speaking, her lips were already brushing against his earlobe.

Hearing his words, Vera’s heart skipped a beat.

He... did he mean that he hadn’t intended... that she had misunderstood him?!

Frantically, she tried to pull away, but his arms tightened, drawing her close as he lowered his head to kiss her face...

She instinctively grasped his shoulders, and his gentle voice sounded beside her ear.

"Don’t be nervous, Vera. I’ll be gentle; I won’t hurt you."

...

"Don’t be nervous, Vera. I’ll be gentle; I won’t hurt you."

...

His voice echoed in her mind, a persistent refrain. A hazy image flashed before her eyes—a mirror reflecting two entwined figures...

She struggled to see who they were, but all she could discern was a shroud of billowing mist.

Then, it felt as if her body had suddenly been plunged into a cauldron of boiling oil, searingly hot, desperately thirsty...

She was filled with an indescribable emotion; the image in her mind receded, leaving only his voice.

"Vera, you are mine. You can only be mine!"

...

...

When Vera awoke, she didn’t feel as if she’d been run over by a truck or as though her body had been disassembled and then pieced back together, like characters in romance novels. She felt only one thing.

Exhaustion!

Utter exhaustion!

From her fingertips to her toes, she felt a profound sense of weakness.

Remembering what she had done with him, her heart pounded erratically.

Right, where was that guy?!

Vera cautiously turned her head but saw no one else on the bed.

She secretly sighed in relief.

Good, he’s not here.

Otherwise, she truly wouldn’t know how to face him now.

Initially, she had planned to lie still like a dead fish, just staring at the ceiling, thinking it would all be over quickly. Unfortunately, she was mistaken.

That guy was like a bottomless well of energy, giving her no chance to let her mind wander. She was quickly brought under his control...

The thought of her uncontrollable screams and moans beneath him made her wish she could find a crack in the earth to crawl into and never come out.

How utterly mortifying!

Pushing the covers aside, she got up. Ignoring the soreness in her lower back, she quickly scanned her surroundings. She immediately noticed her clothes laid out on the small table beside the bed, with a sheet of A4 paper in front of them.

It seemed he was afraid she wouldn’t see it, as it was deliberately propped upright. The man’s flamboyant handwriting covered the page.

"Vera,

I had an urgent matter come up and needed to return to the company. There’s food in the microwave; just press the reheat button.

Feel free to use the money from the check. That’s all I have in my account for now. If it’s not enough, I’ll give you more. I’ll be back as soon as my meeting is over.

Kris Cooper"

Noticing the check beside the note, Vera reached out and picked it up.

Last night had been too rushed, and she hadn’t seen the numbers clearly. This time, as she looked closely, she was startled.

On the check, after the number 1, there were eight zeroes.

One... hundred million?!

He had actually given her a whole one hundred million. No wonder he had said she was his.

This sum was enough to buy her for a lifetime.

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[Actually, I really wanted to write more about how our leading lady pretended to be a dead fish, biting her lip and not making a sound, and how naughty our Cooper was... But considering everyone’s sanity, I had to stop. If you’re interested, you could continue this scenario on your own~!~]