CHAPTER 287: CHAPTER 287: SILLY GIRL, I LIKE YOU...

He held Serena Sterling’s waist with one hand and her head with the other. This wasn’t just a light touch-and-go kiss anymore; he directly parted her lips and tongue, invading her enticing mouth...

He drew in her little tongue, dancing with it.

When the kiss ended, Malcom Moore looked at Serena Sterling, his eyes serious, and said, "Luna, you can’t escape. Your father saved my father, and I saved you. We have a deep connection, destined to be entwined together."

After speaking, Malcom Moore decisively and domineeringly continued, "Luna, stop resisting. In this life, you can only be my woman, Malcom Moore’s. This time I’ve taken your first kiss, next time..."

Slap, a resounding slap interrupted Malcom Moore’s unfinished words.

Serena Sterling looked at Malcom Moore in disbelief, just now she was stunned by his kiss.

He actually took her first kiss, she angrily questioned, "Malcom Moore, just to repay a favor, will you do anything?"

Malcom Moore was taken aback by the slap.

This was the first time in his life a woman had slapped him.

He wasn’t angry, he didn’t even think about it that way.

Seeing the girl’s angry expression, he only wanted to explain.

But before he could speak, the girl’s cold voice interrupted again, "Malcom Moore, I said I just want to be friends with you, and I will only be friends with you! I said I wouldn’t marry you! Please understand this, and don’t take advantage of me under the guise of repaying a favor, otherwise..."

Malcom Moore grabbed the girl’s hand, looking earnestly into her eyes, "Repay a favor? Do you think I’m so idle? Or do you think I would lower myself like this to repay a favor? Also, would repaying a favor make me so sincere?"

Serena Sterling was taken aback by Malcom Moore’s barrage of questions.

Wasn’t it about repaying a favor?

Then he...

Malcom Moore looked at Serena Sterling and continued: "Serena Sterling, listen to me clearly! The reason I’m so sincere to you, the reason I kiss you, is because I have feelings for you, I’ve fallen for you! It’s not because of some damn repayment of a favor!"

Serena Sterling was completely stunned.

It wasn’t about repaying a favor?

He has feelings for her, he’s fallen for her?

What exactly did she just hear?

Malcom Moore’s words were not finished, they continued, bombarding her, "Serena Sterling, let me tell you, I’m still a virgin!"

Serena Sterling’s cheeks turned bright red, her eyes full of disbelief.

This playboy, is still a virgin?

How could that be possible?

"I knew you wouldn’t believe it." Malcom Moore tightly held Serena Sterling’s hand, emphatically insisted: "Although I’ve known many women, I’ve never slept with any of them, I’m a true blue virgin."

Serena Sterling’s face was as red as it could get, as if it might ignite the next second.

She forcefully withdrew her hand, "Who asked you about that, whether you’re a virgin has nothing to do with me!"

Malcom Moore naturally wouldn’t let Serena Sterling succeed, he continued to tightly hold her hand, "Of course it has something to do with you, isn’t that why you look down on me?"

As he said this, he looked at Serena Sterling very seriously and said once again, "Luna, my feelings for you are not about repaying a favor! You probably don’t know, right? From the moment I attended your father’s funeral and saw you kneeling in front of his coffin, your small figure carved a very deep mark in my heart! The way you were so grief-stricken, full of sorrow, so helpless and sad, made me only want to be your refuge, only want to protect you properly!"

Serena Sterling blankly looked at Malcom Moore, not speaking.

Malcom Moore’s dark eyes were full of tenderness, just like that, he looked at Serena Sterling, continuing, "Luna, my kindness to you has never been about repaying a favor, I want to marry you, also not for repaying a favor!"

Serena Sterling looked at Malcom Moore in a daze, asking blankly, "If it’s not for repaying a favor, why are you approaching me?"

She couldn’t believe, no matter what, what she just heard.

Would this playboy, who countless socialites in River City long for, really fall for her?

"Silly girl!" Malcom Moore indulgently flicked Serena Sterling’s forehead, "Why else? Didn’t I say it? I like you."

Serena Sterling rubbed her forehead where she was flicked, dazedly asking: "You, like me?"

"Yes." Malcom Moore nodded, deeply gazing at Serena Sterling, "I like you because of your stubbornness, your bravery, because of your kindness, optimism, and your cute, silly manner... In short, I like you."

"How is that possible?" Serena Sterling shook her head, "You’re a famous playboy, you’re best at fooling people, right? And these words, you’ve definitely said them to many girls, haven’t you?"

Malcom Moore is indeed a playboy, always gentle to women around him, it’s true, but he never went out of his way to fool.

If ever, it was only for that one girl.

Once, for that girl, he did a lot.

He loved her, cherished her, treated her like a treasure.

But what about her? She still left him...

In Malcom Moore’s dark eyes, a trace of pain appeared, then quickly hid away.

He looked at Serena Sterling, with unprecedented seriousness, "Luna, at the first meeting, seeing you so desperate over your father’s passing, an inexplicable pain arose in my heart. At that moment, I only wanted to stand behind you to protect you, to shield you from all the storms, and truly considered following my father’s arrangement to marry you. And at the police station, even after suffering such torment, you still held to yourself, with an unyielding spirit and a resilience against authority, made me admire and appreciate you. You’re not the type of girl who cries easily, you’re often nervy... Now, while I don’t love you deeply yet, I can responsibly tell you, I like you, all of you, your mischievousness, cuteness..."

Faced with Malcom Moore’s heartfelt confession, Serena Sterling’s scalp tingled.

Is what he said true?

He really likes her, and it’s not about repaying a favor?

An intriguing, mischievous man, sought after by countless socialites in River City, just suddenly tells her he likes her! And moreover, he’s a virgin!

How can she not be shocked, not stunned!

Serena Sterling was still in a daze.

Her dark eyes seemed veiled by a layer of mist.

Only when this annoying mist is dispersed can she see the man clearly, and recognize herself.

She looked at Malcom Moore through misty eyes, still unbelieving, asking, "Are you serious?"

Malcom Moore nodded, "Seriously, more real than gold."

He looked at her confused eyes, his playful peach blossom eyes twinkling with light, "Why don’t we give it a try? Then you can see if I’m still a virgin?"

Serena Sterling "..."