I didn’t think much about it and quickly ran into the bedroom to put away Jessica’s intimate items. There was no way I could throw them away, not in this lifeti.
Looking at the ti, it was almost eleven—the perfect ti to go to Kristina’s.
The thought of spending the whole day just the two of us made excited.
But as I passed by the bank, I rembered the bank card in my pocket. I took it out, and the password was written on the back of the card: six zeros.
I inserted it into the machine, entered the password, and a few seconds later, I almost choked on my own saliva—three million dollars!
Damn, I was going crazy!
Was this the supplent fee? This was no small amount of money!
My heart raced, and my body trembled slightly.
It felt like winning the lottery. This feeling was so exhilarating.
I took a deep breath and withdrew the card with trembling hands. Walking out of the bank, everyone I saw seed like a potential robber.
Was this what being rich felt like?
In total, I now possessed four million dollars. The goal of reaching ten million, set just last night, was nearly halfway accomplished today.
Frank had given this money. At first, I thought it was just a few tens of thousands or maybe a hundred thousand supplent fee, but the money in the account far exceeded my expectations.
There was no way I could return it. Their intentions were good; to return it would be to display hypocrisy and disrespect.
Thinking this way, I felt much better. I felt lighter all over.
Thoughts of mansions, luxury cars, and beautiful won flashed through my mind, but I forcefully suppressed them.
Four million was nothing, barely scratching the surface of the middle class.
A house, a car, and the money would be gone.
Mary was right; using money to make more money was the way to go.
But with money in my pocket, I felt like I was walking on air.
When people beco wealthy, they tend to exude confidence, engage in revenge spending, and beco utterly indifferent to the prices of items.
As I was passing by a high-end snack shop, I decided to step in and buy so snacks.
Previously, I seldom purchased snacks here because they were prohibitively expensive. Even if I did make a few occasional purchases, I would only cautiously pick a few of the cheaper options.
But this ti, I bought whatever caught my eye, purchasing all the snacks I enjoyed, and ended up spending a thousand dollars!
I thoroughly relished the feeling of being able to buy whatever I liked.
Having money was damn good!
Carrying a big bag of stuff upstairs, I took out the key Kristina gave and unlocked the door directly.
"Kristina?" I called out, but there was no response. Looking at the closed kitchen, the sound of the exhaust fan could be heard from inside. Kristina must be busy in there.
I placed the snacks on the coffee table and quietly pushed open the door.
Looking from behind, Kristina’s figure was simply explosive.
Curvy in the front, slim waist, smooth shoulders, and then that plump butt behind.
’Hips wider than shoulders, happy as a fairy!’ I couldn’t help thinking.
’If I could do that from behind, wouldn’t that be heavenly?’
Kristina was dressed very lightly at ho, wearing shorts that reached her thighs and a semi-transparent blouse on top.
You could clearly see the transparent straps.
She wasn’t wearing a bra, just transparent straps.
I swallowed: she was too tempting.
My equipnt was already standing tall, aiming for the heavens, as if ready to conquer all hurdles.
I couldn’t resist anymore and quietly walked over.
I wrapped my arms around her slender waist from behind and rested my chin on her fragrant shoulder, directly nibbling on her earlobe. Kristina exclaid, her delicate body trembling slightly and almost falling, the sudden movent making her legs weak.
"Kristina, it’s !" I chuckled.
She slapped my back. "You rascal, how could you co back without even saying a word? You scared ."
I sniffed the fragrance on her neck, lightly grazing it with my teeth. She let out a soft hum. "You co back and start causing trouble; how am I supposed to cook like this?"
"Then don’t cook," I said.
"If I don’t cook, what will you eat?"
"Eat you!"
I turned the fire to its lowest and turned her body around. By now, her face was flushed with emotion.
"Oh, no..."
She protested weakly, but how could I let her escape?
I went straight for her smooth neck and marked it.
"Hmph..."
A lazy hum escaped her throat.
Her resistance gradually weakened, and her hands actively wrapped around my neck. Kristina raised her head, seemingly wanting to do better.
She leaned on the stove, but this position was not comfortable, so she propped her hands on the stove.
This way, I exerted less effort, and she felt secure.
I found my recent tendency becoming more serious as I first had Lily, then Mary, and now Kristina.
Ultimately, it was my inflated possessiveness, growing along with my expanding wallet.
I released my mouth, gazing proudly at the red mark on her white neck.
Kristina bit her lip. "Bad boy, satisfied now?"
"Not satisfied, we’re not done yet!"
So I leaned in again, her hand still in my hair, half coquettish and half teasing. "You said you’d work hard... until you feel capable of providing a good life for us, right?"
Hearing this, the flas of ambition in my heart instantly dimd.
My actions slowed down, feeling sowhat embarrassed. "Kristina, sorry, I got carried away!"
Kristina looked at directly. "You cheeky rascal, all desire and no courage. Do I really need to keep footing the bill for you? Isn’t splitting the bill all the rage among couples these days? We could try that too..."
"Kristina, that’s soone else, not !
I held her waist. "A man who can’t even support his woman and child, what kind of man is he?"
"Fine, you’re my little man. I’ll listen to you."
Kristina’s intelligence shone through in every aspect, making it comfortable to be around her.
"Oh, my dish is burnt!"
Kristina pushed away and hurriedly took the dish out.
"Go outside and rest. I’ll be done soon," she said.
Twenty minutes later, looking at the sumptuous al, my appetite increased instantly.
Lobster, abalone, chicken soup, all nourishing foods!
With all this, how could one sleep at night?
After dinner, we both lay on the sofa. She was on top of , but nothing too bold happened.
So kisses and caresses, and I was already content.
But Kristina seed uncomfortable with my teasing. It dawned on that a woman who had been single for six or seven years couldn’t handle such flirtation.
Moreover, she was in her peak ti of demand.
Her beautiful eyes were watery and irresistibly enticing.
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