His words were tantamount to pouring a bit of cold water into a pot of boiling oil, and as the door closed, Soren Foster’s expression imdiately broke.
Soren lowered his gaze to look at Sumr Monroe, his eyes bloodshot, "What does he an by that?"
Sumr was a bit impatient, "What do you an, what does he an?"
"To ask to attend Felix Ford’s birthday morial, is he trying to humiliate ?" Soren was practically gnashing his teeth.
Sumr scoffed lightly, staring directly at Soren, "Soren, know your place. You are my special assistant. It’s an honor for you to attend my late husband’s birthday morial. What, do you fancy yourself as my partner?"
Soren’s nerves, already on edge for days, almost snapped in that mont. He grabbed Sumr’s jaw, eyes wide with fury, "Sumr, do you even have a heart?!"
"Hiss..."
Sumr inhaled sharply from the pain, but the fire in her eyes only burned more fiercely.
Instead of dodging, she charmingly wrapped her arms around Soren’s neck, like a soft water snake, tightly entwining him, sealing him in.
"What are you angry for? Isn’t this more exciting for us now? Besides, what’s the point in competing with soone who’s already dead?" Sumr whispered seductively into his ear, "There’s a building over at the ancestral ho, where Felix and I lived when he was alive. Don’t you want to go there and do sothing?"
Soren felt a flicker of movent in his brow, his lower abdon tightened, and he firmly clasped her in his embrace.
"Sumr... little Yu... You really leave no choice." Soren’s voice gradually sank into desire.
Sumr slightly curled her lips, in that mont becoming the embodint of desire, as if a seductive enchantress.
Yet there was always a touch of clarity in her eyes.
"Baby, do sothing for . If you do it well, I’ll reward you nicely in the room where Felix and I used to live, okay?"
Soren was trapped in a mire nad Sumr, both sinking and lucid.
He knew this was another web of desire Sumr wove, but he didn’t want to escape.
"Whatever you want to do, I’ll savor it—"
"Make sure that those two bitches, Violet Ford and Evelyn Clayton, have their reputations ruined... Once that’s done, having the entire Ford Family in my pocket is only a matter of ti... Then, no one can stand in the way of you and ..."
Sumr’s enticing words echoed in Soren’s ear, as they tangled, shifting positions. Soren sat in the chair, while Sumr straddled him, gazing down at him with a light smile.
Soren raised his eyes slightly, looking up at Sumr, as pleasure eroded his last thread of reasoning.
He murmured lowly, "What should I do?"
"Whatever you’re good at, go do it." Sumr grasped a handful of the short hair on the back of Soren’s head, gently pulling it back.
Hearing Soren emit a low gasp from his throat, Sumr’s sense of satisfaction and vanity reached its peak.
At least, with a man like this, no matter what she does, he remains enchanted by her.
"I heard that Gem has an employee that Evelyn treasures. She hasn’t t you yet..." Sumr murmured quietly, planting a kiss on Soren’s lips, "Do you understand what to do?"
Confliction flickered across Soren’s eyes, but soon, Sumr’s kiss muddled his judgnt.
As the kiss ended, Sumr panted lightly, tracing the elegant line of Soren’s nose with her fingertip, "Such a handso face, baby, don’t let it go to waste."
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