CHAPTER 290: CHAPTER 290 POKE YOU TO DEATH (4)

From a distance, through the gauze curtain, Vera Wave saw Kris Cooper sitting at a desk, testing a new game his company had launched on his mobile phone. An open laptop was also on the desk.

An effect in the game didn’t satisfy him. He frowned, immediately put down his phone, placed his hands on the laptop keyboard, and swiftly typed out a bug he had just discovered.

At times, he would pause, ponder for a moment, then resume typing.

His face, usually hinting at a playful recklessness, was now etched with seriousness.

The candlelight on the table flickered gently, casting a faint golden edge on his face. Viewed from the stairs, the man at the desk looked like a realistic oil painting by a master—handsome and focused.

His slender fingers tapped on the keyboard, their movements as fluid and graceful as a concert pianist’s.

Vera Wave tiptoed, quietly sneaking up behind him.

Seeing him pause, she reached out and covered his eyes from behind.

"Mr. Cooper, guess who I am?" she asked.

Did he even need to guess? Besides her, absolutely no one else knew he was here.

Kris Cooper’s lips curled into a smile.

"Little Piggy?"

Little Piggy?

"Nope."

"Sweetie?!"

Who on earth was Sweetie? Vera Wave raised an eyebrow, a hint of annoyance in her tone.

"Last chance, guess!"

Kris Cooper gently pulled her hands from his eyes. He then stood up from his chair and, with a swift movement, drew Vera into his arms. He wrapped an arm around her waist and leaned down to kiss her.

"Wait!" Vera Wave put her hand up to stop his face. "Who are Little Piggy and Sweetie?"

Kris Cooper lifted his hand and moved her palm away.

"Of course, it’s you, Little Lazy Pig, Sweetie."

"I’m not..."

Before she could retort, he leaned over and silenced her with a passionate French kiss.

Before she could think or resist, she was overwhelmed by his passion.

When she regained her senses, she was leaning weakly against his chest. Her bra was unclasped, hanging loosely like a defeated soldier’s armor.

Kris Cooper, panting heavily, reached behind her and fastened her bra clasp.

"Let’s eat. We’ll go home after dinner."

He didn’t say what they were going to do at home, but his intention was obvious—he planned to finish what they had started.

Blushing, Vera Wave pulled her T-shirt down slightly. Her legs felt unsteady as Kris helped her to a chair, her heart pounding like a frantic drum.

"You..."

She opened her mouth to speak, but her throat was incredibly dry.

Kris Cooper walked over to the seat opposite her and sat down. He closed his laptop, set it aside, and let his gaze rest on her face.

"Don’t wear these push-up bras in the future; they’re not good for your breasts."

Her face immediately flushed crimson.

"What nonsense are you talking about! This isn’t a push-up bra... I... I’m just naturally big-chested!"

Feeling her chest was smaller than Irene Spencer’s, she had specifically bought two padded push-up bras to look bigger. Did this guy have to expose her so bluntly?!

Kris Cooper chuckled softly.

Vexed and embarrassed, Vera Wave snapped, "What’s so funny? Are you saying I’m small?"

Kris Cooper regarded her seriously from his seat across the table.

"I don’t know about others, but..." His gaze drifted to her chest. "I like things to be... well in hand. And your size is just perfect!"