Eva Miller obediently sat down, and Oliver Johnson held a hairdryer in one hand, his slender fingers entwined in her smooth, jet-black long hair.
His movements were gentle and soft, and the corners of Eva Miller’s mouth gradually lifted.
Oliver Johnson’s gentle side was not often seen in bed, but usually, he remained that polite and courteous gentleman.
To be honest, she was very puzzled as to which Oliver was his true self, but regardless of which one it was, she was inexplicably and wholeheartedly in love with him.
After drying her hair, Eva Miller was just about to get up, but he wrapped his arms around her body.
His thin lips, carrying a warm breath, approached her, and without a moment’s hesitation, she kissed him.
He slipped off her robe, and once more, they were swept into a passionate whirlwind.
Afterwards, he held her in his arms, inhaling the pleasant fragrance of her hair.
"Do you regret it?" his voice came from above her head.
She simply shook her head.
"But, do you know that, in fact, there is another woman in my heart? I just see you as someone who can satisfy my physical needs."
He spoke harshly, aiming to make her see things clearly.
"I know." Her voice was calm, as if she didn’t take his words to heart, "I know you have feelings for Sophie Smith, but I don’t mind."
"Because she’s my best friend."
The man she loved was in love with her best friend, shouldn’t she feel hatred?
Oliver Johnson looked down at the person in his arms, his gaze somewhat inscrutable.
Some things happen so quickly, arriving when you are completely unprepared.
In the afternoon, Sophie Smith still had a habit of strolling around the garden with her big belly for some fresh air.
Her phone was in the hall when suddenly, in a rush, a maid came running over with her phone.
"Miss Smith, your phone has rung over a dozen times, I don’t know if it’s the young master?"
The maid handed her the phone, but she realized it was an unfamiliar number.
A person who persistently calls over a dozen times, even if it’s an unknown number, she should still return the call.
She dialed back, and as soon as it rang once, the other side picked up.
"I thought Miss Smith wouldn’t answer the phone?" A cold laugh came through; she had no recollection of this voice.
"May I ask who you are? What do you want with me?"
Although the attitude on the other end was somewhat unfriendly, her response was still courteous out of instinct.
"Who I am, you should come see for yourself." The man’s voice suddenly turned icy, "Now, come to Slope Ridge with Asher Land, just you two. If I find anyone else following, I’ll end your father’s life immediately!"
"You, who exactly are you?" Sophie’s voice trembled violently as she struggled to hold her phone, forcing out each word.
Wasn’t her father with Oliver Johnson?
But this person wasn’t Oliver Johnson, how did he kidnap her father?
"I told you, come see for yourself who I am. Don’t make me wait too long, or I’ll lose patience, and your father will meet King Yama." Thıs text ıs hosted at 𝓷𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓵✶𝕗𝕚𝕣𝕖✶𝓷𝓮𝓽
The call ended quickly, followed by several MMS messages.
When Sophie opened them to look, the scene made her so unsteady on her feet that luckily the maid quickly held her up.