CHAPTER 160: CHAPTER 160: MALE CONSORT

The room was quiet.

In the lingering ambiguity, Vera Sheridan buried her face in Noah Grant’s broad back, gasping for breath.

Her nostrils were filled with the fiery male scent from his body.

A comforting warmth spread across her back. Noah Grant had a doting, faint smile on his lips. He lifted his hand, unbuttoned two more shirt buttons, shook the collar to disperse the heat, revealing a blush on his neck.

He tilted his head slightly, catching a glimpse of Vera Sheridan behind him from the corner of his eye, his voice hoarse, "What should Maeve Holloway have told me, hmm?"

Vera Sheridan clearly paused for a moment, then instantly, irritably rubbed her face against his back, "Nothing..."

Noah Grant chuckled softly, reaching back with his arm and effortlessly pulling her from behind to the front, holding her in his arms with only her flushed, slightly dazed face visible.

He looked down at her, his dark eyes heavy, carrying a mischievous smirk: "Was she trying to say... you’re after my male charm?"

Vera Sheridan was stunned again, looking at his face so close to her and his smiling eyes, she instinctively nodded, then quickly shook her head.

He could tell she enjoyed being close and ambiguous with him!

Vera Sheridan’s cheeks began to burn again.

Noah Grant’s Adam’s apple rolled as he observed her reaction, a teasing, handsome face moving closer, his nose almost touched hers.

He freed a hand and slowly began unbuttoning the rest of his shirt.

One button, two buttons...

The shirt was fully opened, and the defined chest muscles and firm lines came into her view, Vera Sheridan swallowed subconsciously.

Noah Grant’s scorching breath wafted over her face, his voice deep:

"I don’t mind." His gaze locked on her, the corners of his lips curled into a wild, rogue smile, "Being Miss Sheridan’s boy toy."

"At your disposal."

Vera Sheridan, "..."

She retreated a bit, seeing before her the shirt wide open, the unruly man, no longer the gentle, refined senior she had known!

Noah Grant pinched her chin, forcing her to look up, dark eyes filled with a smile, his rough thumb gently rubbing her lips, his voice seductive: "Chickened out? You don’t have to take responsibility..."

...

Vera Sheridan couldn’t get out of bed for three days.

The aftereffects of leg training.

She had an hourly maid come to cook and clean, but this certain boy toy was much more useful than the maid, coming over as soon as work ended, doing things the maid couldn’t do.

One night, Vera Sheridan had laid down when he came out of the bathroom after washing his hands, sat at the edge of the bed, and holding her slender wrist, pulled her hand over, "Miss Sheridan, I want my salary."

Vera Sheridan was at first surprised.

Later, she rubbed her sore wrist, teasingly scolding him a "rascal."

...

The dance troupe, with the selection competition approaching, the girls were all training seriously.

Vera Sheridan, in a black ballet training outfit, had her long hair up high, a cool, pale, and slender swan neck; she stood before the mirror, one leg on the barre, stretching her side waist, the arc of her long arm gentle and graceful...

Then, she slowly straightened her waist, looking through the enormous practice mirror, indifferent to the nude pink figure walking towards her from the other side.

Vivian Langdon had already reached her side.

"Senior, can we talk about LB?" She stepped forward.

Vera Sheridan had a polite smile on her face, "Go ahead."

Vivian Langdon’s brows knitted tightly, "You know I need this coaching team to prepare for Lorraine..."

She was determined to make her mark on the Lorraine stage.

And Vera Sheridan, couldn’t even get through the selection competition against her.

Vivian Langdon took half a step back, assessing Vera Sheridan, her eyes filled with pity, "I understand how upset you must be that Aunt Grant favors me over you."

Vera Sheridan, "..."

The other girls stretching also noticed the commotion, each eavesdropping eagerly on the gossip.

From Vivian Langdon’s words, Vera Sheridan seemed upset about Vivian Langdon competing with her for Noah Grant, deliberately cutting off the world-class LB coaching team!

Noticing Vera Sheridan’s silence, Vivian Langdon’s brow furrowed even more tightly, helpless and annoyed, she said: "Senior, by doing this, you’re venting your frustrations by jeopardizing the national team’s honor."

"Do you truly want me to lose to foreign ballet dancers on stage?" she raised her tone, drawing more attention to herself.

"For a status you’ll never be able to attach yourself to, why bother?"

"Hand over LB to me; we from national dance have always prioritized the greater good."

Vera Sheridan landed silently, pushing off the tiptoe.

She smoothly tucked errant strands of hair behind her ear, her gaze brushing over Vivian Langdon’s dissatisfaction, giving a feeble smile.

"I won’t." Without another word, leaving just those, Vera turned and walked away.

Vivian Langdon was utterly stunned.

She hadn’t expected Vera Sheridan to be so bold.

No retort, no explanation, just those three words, "I won’t."

Indeed, she wouldn’t give the LB coaching team to her...

...

After a day of training, the girls left the dance troupe together.

Vivian Langdon immediately spotted the black Hongqi L5 parked in the most conspicuous spot, with the window down, revealing Rosalind Morgan’s exquisitely made-up profile.

A bright smile instantly appeared on her face, and she walked up joyfully.

The surrounding girls cast envious glances, whispering among themselves.

Vera Sheridan carried her dance shoe bag, walking past them, her eyes calmly sweeping over the status-symbol car and the two people sharing a mutual smile beside it.

She didn’t pause, heading straight to her black Mercedes parked a bit further away.

Wade Winslows had already opened the rear car door for her.

Vera Sheridan bent down and got in.

The car door closed, shutting out the world outside.

Inside the Hongqi.

Vivian Langdon had just settled down, fastening her seatbelt when her eyes involuntarily reddened slightly.

Rosalind Morgan immediately noticed, turning her head, her voice full of concern, "Vivian, what’s wrong, are you upset?"