She Has Three Little Treasures: Fake Heiress, Yet Captures The Tycoon's Heart Chapter 478: Insatiable Greed (Part 2)

"..."

What a ridiculous little mistress.

Raina was utterly speechless: "We haven’t even fallen asleep yet, stop spurting nonsense."

"Nonsense? Are you sure I’m talking nonsense and not speaking the truth?" Elias looked sideways at Raina: "Since the master’s morial is here, why don’t we go together to lay so incense and ask? Maybe once we fall asleep, the master might pay us a visit in our dreams."

"No need." Raina snorted: "I’m currently not interested in any little mistress. Also, President Hawthorne, let remind you that the whole country knows we’re fighting and talking divorce."

"That’s true, which is why I must try harder to win back my wife’s heart." Elias leaned closer to Raina.

Standing with his back to the light, when she raised her eyes to look up, she could only see his handso face wrapped in shadow, the dim light making his features a bit vague.

But those long, dark eyes eting hers were quite bright, like an ocean holding too many emotions, making people unable to help but want to sink in.

"Ha."

Upon hearing the soft chuckle above her head, Raina suddenly realized she had been staring at this man in a daze.

Raina hastily looked away.

Elias’s smile grew wider; this was the first ti he was grateful heaven had given him such an excellent appearance. Otherwise, how could he make a woman like Raina infatuated?

Looking at Raina’s efforts to hide her expression, Elias said, smiling: "Raina, since you don’t like the little mistress, do you like the process of making one? In other words, we’ve been married so long, when do you plan to sleep with ?"

"..."

Goodness, this obnoxious man is being cheeky again.

Raina’s temple twitched sharply, and she smacked him: "Speak properly!"

Elias raised his hand to hold Raina’s wrist: "Things like a hands-on approach are better handled in private, don’t you think?"

"I think..." Raina rotated her other wrist, several silver needles resting between her fingers, the cold gleam of the needles pointing at Elias’s heart: "I think you’re absolutely right."

Elias’s dark eyes imdiately brightened, just about to make a move, when Raina calmly said: "President Hawthorne, you better restrain yourself, if anything goes wrong, the label of being struck down won’t sound pleasant. If you want a cure, unless you drink eighty or so cups of my carefully blended potion, you won’t feel better."

Elias’s lips twitched uncontrollably,

Struck down...

Really, how could this woman say such a thing?

Doesn’t she know no man can tolerate such provocation?

Yet, considering the needle points at his chest, and recalling the ten full cups of antidote Raina personally blended for him not long ago.

The taste was enough to make him doubt life.

And he had every reason to believe if Raina acted this ti, the taste would only be more terrifying.

Unwillingly, Elias had no choice but to let go, unable to help saying: "Raina, are you really willing to let this perfect night go to waste?"

"Willing, very willing." She poked the man’s chest with a needle: "Let go, quickly."

Elias could only reluctantly release his hand.

Elias finally backed away, Raina felt a bit relieved, glancing at Jasper, who was peeking from the doorway, eyebrows raised: "Second Young Master, have you seen enough? Should I send so snacks and drinks to let you continue watching?"

"No need for snacks and drinks." Jasper walked out: "Just send a chair."

Raina dug her ears: "What did you say? The wind was loud just now, I didn’t hear anything."