But Mia just believed it, which goes to show that drinking really lowers your IQ; if you’re not careful, you’ll end up being a bit of a fool.
Mia was probably quite drunk, and as she slept, she suddenly rembered the gossip she had seen, instinctively ignoring Jensen Sterling coming over, which made her feel unhappy once again.
So she opened her phone to search, but how should she search? Mia tilted her head and pondered for a long ti.
Typing "Jensen" was definitely not an option. Even though she was drunk, she knew she couldn’t randomly search that na.
So what should she use? Mia thought it over for a while, then dramatically typed in "hubby."
A contractual husband is still a husband, so it’s not a problem at all. Mia even thought she was both clever and mischievous.
As for what she found: Swap out the husband.
Mia thought about it for a long ti: This doesn’t seem feasible, the agreent doesn’t allow it, so she decisively dismissed it.
Fight with the gossip subject?
Mia: That doesn’t seem feasible either. She definitely wouldn’t want to fight Chloe Young. Besides, what if she accidentally injured Chloe—would she have to pay? That wouldn’t be okay.
Exhu the dead?
Mia: Forget it; she wouldn’t dare to exhumate Mr. Jensen.
Looking around, Mia’s eyes lit up when she saw a comnt about a suitcase. Brilliant idea! She imagined the effect of suddenly popping out from inside when the two et.
But she seems to be in another province? No problem; she could sit in the suitcase, have soone carry her back, and surprise them.
She really is a clever little rascal.
And thus, the current scene unfolded, completely unaware that her actions were rather brainless.
After reading, Jensen Sterling closed his phone. When he looked up, he saw Mia gazing at him with wide, sparkling eyes.
Jensen helplessly lifted her out of the suitcase, placing her gently back on the bed. "No need to scare them; there’s no gossip."
Mia imdiately frowned, "That’s nonsense, there is gossip—I saw it."
As if trying to prove her point, she reached out to grab her phone to show him.
Jensen continued to gaze at Mia steadily, his eyes deep, remaining silent for a long ti before speaking slowly.
"Mia, why are you so angry?"
Why are you acting so angry now? Aren’t you normally indifferent to this kind of thing?
When Jensen arrived, he saw Mia’s tablet and all her replies, but based on Mia’s ssages to him and their subsequent eting,
She consistently showed a cheerful deanor, no hint of unhappiness, no tantrums, and never ntioned that seeing these things upset her.
It seed like everything was as usual, though there were differences—she had replied to those comnts.
But only in places he wouldn’t see; if he hadn’t co this ti, he might never have known.
And outwardly, she seed to diligently uphold the terms of their agreent.
So, Mia, why? Could it be that you also have enough affection for now?
Mia listened to him, why?
She was upset because she was upset—what’s with all the whys, so troubleso.
Moreover: "Who are you? Who gave you the right to question ?" she said gruffly.
Jensen: "I’m Mr. Jensen, don’t you recognize anymore?"
With Jensen’s reminder, Mia seed to recall, a mory slipped back, and she smiled, poking him, "Oh right, I rember now, it’s Mr. Jensen."
"Hello, Mr. Jensen..." After yawning, she continued to say, "I’m sleepy, I want to sleep now."
Saying that, she moved as if to lie back down.
Jensen hurriedly steadied her, coaxing, "Mia, tell , why are you angry? Tell , and then you can sleep."
Having her slumber interrupted, Mia reached out and waved her hands in frustration, "You’re so annoying."
"Is it because you like , so you get angry when you see gossip about with others?"
Mia’s awareness was fading; after such a fuss, she was genuinely sleepy now.
Yet, deep down, she felt she didn’t want to answer the question, so she kept repeating how annoying he was.
Seeing this, Jensen lowered his eyes, chuckling softly, his voice resonating magnetically. Mia, leaning against him, could even feel the vibration in his chest.
"Alright, I won’t bother you anymore."
After saying that, he continued, "Mia, aren’t you sleepy? Just say you like , and then you can sleep."
After all, Mia was rarely drunk—missing this chance might an waiting unknowingly long till the next. Naturally, Jensen wouldn’t let such a golden opportunity pass.
Mia had already closed her eyes, thoughts drifting about: "Mmm... I like you."
The last few words were barely audible, akin to a mosquito’s buzz, so Jensen actually didn’t catch them.
He continued coaxing her: "Mia, dear, your voice is too soft, say it again."
Mia was imdiately displeased—today’s Mr. Jensen was so annoying, always talking when she was sleepy.
"Stop talking, otherwise... otherwise I’ll just kiss you." Her eyes were still shut, but her tone was fiercely firm.
Mia: Any more words, and I’ll stop your mouth from babbling.
Hearing this, Jensen’s grip on her tightened montarily, his voice slightly hoarse, "Kiss ?"
To Mia’s ears now, his voice sounded like a provocative challenge.
Mia was both sleepy and unable to sleep, sowhat irritated, she struggled to open her eyes.
She was so annoyed—he kept talking; she wanted to block his mouth.
Then, with imnse determination, her pitch-black eyes focused directly above her head.
After observing for a couple seconds, she suddenly sat up, lunging forward.
It was a real collision.
Jensen’s movents instantly froze; his lips were sensitive, feeling the subtle touch distinctly, tingling and electric like a current running straight to the brain.
...
With Mia’s irritable sleeplessness, her movents were quick and forceful.
Her mind was solely fixated on blocking his mouth so she could rest.
Though she collided forcefully, it was sowhat painful.
Mia frowned slightly, her tongue brushing briefly against her lips, then she moved to back away.
But she had just delivered herself here—now backing away? Jensen wouldn’t easily let this mont slip by.
His large hand pressed against the back of Mia’s head, his palm was broad, the fingers distinct, exerting strength to keep her close, kissing her again with an untad intensity, allowing no retreat.
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