In the presidential suite on the top floor of The Riverside Hotel, Summer Monroe was enduring Soren Foster’s vigorous thrusts, her face full of lustful expressions, eyes enticingly gazing at Soren.
After the passion subsided, Summer pushed away Soren, who was tightly holding her, and got up weakly, leaning against the bedhead to reach for a lady’s cigarette placed on the nightstand.
Once lit, amidst the swirling smoke, Summer’s beautiful features gradually lost their lustful desire, leaving only cold indifference.
Soren watched her quietly for a moment, approaching to enclose Summer in his arms, planting a gentle kiss on her shoulder.
"Tsk." Summer frowned impatiently, "Go take a shower; you’re all sweaty, so sticky."
Soren laughed softly, planting dense kisses on her neck. "Why? Weren’t you enjoying it just now?"
This time Summer didn’t push him away. She snorted softly, "Seems it’s not just me who likes it, right? Doesn’t Julia Lawrence also like it?"
Joy flashed in Soren’s eyes, his voice low and hoarse, "What, are you jealous?"
Summer glanced at him, her eyes unrestrainedly mocking, and Soren’s previously leaping heart suddenly sank.
Of course, Summer wouldn’t be jealous.
She was the one who asked him to lure Julia Lawrence.
Summer said nothing, squinting her eyes and taking a light inhalation of the mint-flavored cigarette, as the smoke rings spread in the air, drifting away: "I heard Julia Lawrence returned to Gem, so it won’t be long before Evelyn Clayton discovers the truth about this matter."
Soren’s eyes shifted slightly, saying nothing.
After a while, Soren slowly spoke, "She won’t betray me."
"What?" Summer seemed not to understand, raising her eyebrows to look at Soren, "You mean Julia won’t betray you?"
Seeing the ridicule on Summer’s face, inexplicably, Soren suddenly felt his mood grew heavier.
He let go of Summer, speaking lightly, "Yes, she won’t."
"Sure enough, she fell in love with you." Summer extinguished the cigarette butt and chuckled lowly, "Although you didn’t handle this perfectly, at least you made a woman infatuated with you, which is quite good."
Soren’s heart tightened as if squeezed, and he instinctively said, "I haven’t been in touch with her, I—"
"She better not betray you, or else you won’t be able to stay by my side." Summer dressed herself, her tone bordering on cold, "I’m going back now. If there’s anything these days, just come here to meet; don’t go to my place."
Despair rose in Soren’s eyes.
He watched Summer dressing and putting on shoes, transforming from disarray to neatness in just a moment.
As if something was swiftly slipping away inside him, Soren approached almost fearfully, embracing Summer from behind.
"A Yao..." Soren’s voice was hoarse, "Say you love me."
He heard many ’I love you’ from Julia Lawrence.
Deep down, Soren wavered.
All these years, he loved Summer, and loving her was very arduous.
Anyone’s passionate affection could deceive him away.
"Why are you acting crazy?"
Summer’s impatient voice was slightly sharp, piercing through Soren’s last bit of fantasy.
He stared blankly as Summer walked to the door, without even a glance back at him.
Yet, the next second, the hotel door was suddenly knocked.
Summer instantly turned back and cast a glance at Soren, who was almost undressed. ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇ ꜰʀᴏᴍ novelFirｅ.net
Soren’s eyes darkened momentarily, turned around, and went into the bathroom to grab a bathrobe before coming out.
Only then did Summer go to open the door.
Seeing the visitor, Summer’s frowns deepened.
"Matthew Sullivan? What are you doing here?!"