Chapter 495
Chapter 495
“W-What do you want?” Michelle finally hung her head low as she was at a loss for words.
“I want nothing. I won't let Luna hear the recording for now. However, if you dare to lay a hand on them one day, I'll definitely leak this recording to the public,” Harold warned icily.
Weapons only have a deterrent effect before they are used!
After hearing Harold's answer, Michelle took a few moments to calm herself down and reflect. She then put on a provocative expression and made her way over to him, her hips swaying with each step. When she reached him, she smiled coyly and said in a breathy voice, “Harold, why don't we come to an arrangement? If you agree to erase the recording, I will do whatever you desire this evening. How about that?”
She didn't forget to showcase her curves with sexy poses that she usually exhibited during her live streams.
Other men had been captivated by her alluring poses even though they only saw her on their phones and computers. She was confident that Harold would not be able to resist her charms if she acted in the same way in his presence.
“I'm sorry, but I dare not be with someone like you even if you offer me money to be with you. If there's nothing else, please excuse me. Bye!”
Harold pushed Michelle away and left without looking back. He didn't bother being a gentleman to her.
I've spent a long time here. Luna will worry if I don't return soon.
“B*stard, you'll regret this!” Michelle crouched down in the hallway outside the bathroom and yelled viciously.
Her neighbors heard her yell and thought she had had a fight with her boyfriend.
Soon, Harold returned to Morinstar Hotel.
Luna stood patiently at the entrance of the hotel, shivering on the cold winter night.
She had already bundled up in her coat, but it was so chilly outside that she decided to pull the hood up over her head to shield her from the chill. She rubbed her hands together in a futile attempt to restore some warmth to her freezing fingers. This is property © of NôvelDrama.Org.
Seeing her rubbing her hands in an attempt to ward off the cold, Harold felt a swell of pity for her and gently encouraged her, “It must be really cold. Why don't you come up here and give me a hug? That should warm you up.”
Hearing his voice, Luna looked up and noticed he was only wearing a thin thermal top. His jacket was nowhere to be seen. Baffled, she asked, “Where is your jacket? Don't you feel cold?”
“Michelle puked on it, so it's still getting washed in her washing machine. If you don't want me to freeze to death, get up so we can go home now!”
Luna hopped onto his motorcycle as told. Despite claiming to be freezing, Harold held Luna's hand and tenderly placed it on his stomach, providing her with the comforting warmth of his body.
“What are you doing?” Luna gasped in shock as she tried to retract her hand.
However, Harold refused to relinquish his grip on her and insisted on warming her up with his body.
He wasn't cold at all despite the weather.
Harold felt nothing romantic when Luna's hand was placed on his stomach, as he simply thought of it as an act of caring for a sister of his.
Tears stung the corner of Luna's eyes as his action reminded her of her husband, who died a few years ago.
Her husband used to warm her up with the same method back then.
Hubby, did you send him to my side?
Luna bit her lips and forced herself to stay silent.
Despite her best efforts to hold them in, she couldn't prevent the tears from spilling out and streaming down her cheeks. She made no move to brush them away.
Feeling at ease, she couldn't bring herself to remove her hand from his body, which was radiating with warmth.
“Sit tight. We'll arrive home in ten minutes!” Harold told her.
He failed to notice that she was acting weirdly. When Luna remained silent, he let out a roar and sped away from Morinstar Hotel, heading to the clinic.
The intimate scene attracted multiple envious looks. Many young ladies couldn't help but look at Luna enviously.
There was an exception, particularly Johnny, who was sitting in his car a short distance away, quietly observing the scene.
Once the traffic cleared, Johnny drove to Morinstar Hotel using his phone's GPS.
He had just parked his car when he saw Harold putting Luna's hand on his tummy.
Resentment flashed across his eyes as he hit the steering wheel forcefully.
A few minutes later, Johnny seemed to have made up his mind. He whipped out his phone to call someone he had last called a few years ago.
“Dad, I've made up my mind to inherit the Tawle family business tomorrow. However, I have a condition. I want to marry a widow. Her name is Luna Leiden.”