The man finished eating a cherry, his face brimming with satisfaction as he narrowed his eyes slightly.
With a faint smirk playing on his lips, he reached out and lifted her delicate chin, pulling her onto his lap in one swift motion.
Leaning close to her ear, his voice dropped to a low, teasing murmur, "Cherries are delicious, but I much prefer the 'meat' from last night.
I wonder when I'll get to taste it again..." Beauty: "..." Of course, nothing good ever came out of that mouth of his.
He was shamelessly flirting with her again.
She gritted her teeth so hard they creaked, her usually gentle eyes now blazing with fury.
This was beyond infuriating.
Just as she was about to snap, he suddenly loosened his grip around her waist and nudged her off his lap, sprawling lazily onto the sofa.
With a lazy flick of his eyelids, he drawled, "Alright, one cherry is enough.
Any more and I might get indigestion.
I need to rest now—if you've got nothing else, you can leave."
