CHAPTER 96: CHAPTER 96: THIS TIME... YOU MADE THE FIRST MOVE!

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"Count... count what?"

Serena Sinclair stammered.

A random thought popped into her mind: Count his abs...

Instantly, she felt even more baffled.

Turning back, she saw that Wyatt Hawthorne had already left.

All the way back to her room, Serena’s ears were burning.

If she had come two minutes earlier or later, she wouldn’t have run into Wyatt!

Even if Una Hutton were here, she would have to say, this is just a coincidence!!!

The doorbell rang, and Serena went forward to open the door.

Snow, dressed in a small skirt, urged with a smile, "Come on, Serena, let’s go drink..."

"Sure!"

Serena nodded with a smile.

The bar is both expensive and unsafe; girls need to choose cautiously.

But today at The Springs Resort.

The big boss’s territory, cleared out.

Surrounded by colleagues, family, and friends as familiar faces.

No place could be safer or more secure than here.

At first, it was a party mode, everyone was egging others on to go on stage to perform.

As drinks went around, the place got so lively that singing depended on snatching the mic.

No matter whose song it was, whoever got the mic sang.

As for whether it sounded good or not?

No one cares!

Singing and drinking away was all that mattered!

Throughout, Serena sat quietly in a corner.

She had never been the lively type from a young age; cheering and applauding for others was her limit.

When the people before her started looking blurry and distant, Serena knew she couldn’t drink anymore.

Her arm was tugged by Snow, her excited voice nearly piercing Serena’s eardrum, "Serena, there’s an even bigger venue behind, where we can disco...let’s go, let’s disco!"

A group of people hurriedly headed outside.

Serena waved her hands repeatedly, "No, no, I can’t hold on anymore, you all have fun, I’ll go back to sleep first!"

"Then I’ll take you to your room!"

Snow reached out to support Serena.

Seeing those people chatting and laughing as they moved ahead, Serena hurriedly said no need, "Quickly go with them, if you can’t find the place later, it’ll waste time. I can go by myself."

"Really?"

"Absolutely! I remember, my room is 212, if I can’t find it, I’ll ask a staff member for help, now go quickly..."

Watching Snow jog away to catch up with the main group, Serena identified the direction and slowly walked toward the guest room area.

The Springs Resort looked intimidatingly vast in the night.

A gentle breeze blew, and shadows of trees swayed overhead.

The distant laughter and chatter seemed vague and indistinct.

Despite hastening her steps, it still felt like walking on cotton.

Having walked what felt like a century, she finally saw the lights of the guest room area in the distance; Serena breathed a sigh of relief.

Entering the lobby, she didn’t forget to confirm with the front desk, "This is Building A, right?"

Receiving a positive response from the other party and realizing she hadn’t gone wrong, Serena’s head feeling dizzy, she entered the elevator.

The elevator door closed.

The next second, it suddenly opened.

Serena looked up, and in that instant, her soul was scared out of her.

"You... why did you follow me here?"

Wyatt Hawthorne was taken aback.

Just wanted to say, I didn’t follow you, I was just going upstairs to my room to change clothes.

He wanted to ask why she wasn’t with them to go disco dancing?

Seeing Serena’s face turn pale, she quickly pressed the close button, looking terrified, "When I left last time, I left you money. We’re settled!"

Syburg is so far from Aethelgard, how did a male host from a private club find this place?

Or was it Manager Nash who told him?

Her intuition was spot on.

That Manager Nash is indeed no good!!!

The more she thought about it, the angrier she got. Serena looked at the white figure before her, protested with righteous indignation, "Though your profession doesn’t get much respect, I didn’t discriminate against you, right? How can you be so unprofessional?"

So, she mistook him for that male host from Syburg?

Wyatt squinted slightly.

Serena continued indignantly grumbling, "...we’ve settled, what are you chasing me for? To extort me? I tell you..."

Before she finished speaking, the man lowered his head, her lips were enveloped.

Wyatt discovered for the first time, that Serena was so talkative when drunk.

And... so cute!

Serena reached out to push him, but the chest muscles under the white shirt felt like a hot iron plate, hard and hot.

The elevator stopped on the 2nd floor, Wyatt, while holding Serena’s head pressed her into the elevator corner, reaching back to press the top floor button.

Serena’s firm will was gradually worn down by his superb kissing skills; she couldn’t even tell if those sweet scents were from the drinks she had or from him.

The elevator door opened again, Wyatt released Serena.

Breathing heavily, considering whether to carry her directly back to the room or keep kissing her all the way there.

In the next instant, Serena stepped forward, grabbed his collar, and kissed him back.

The already burning blood boiled even further, Wyatt held Serena’s waist and led her out of the elevator.

Still, he didn’t forget to bite her ear, "Sister, this time... it’s you taking the lead!"

Serena’s reason was gone.

After all, she was single.

After all, she was here on vacation.

After all, she would pay.

Whatever happened last time, she couldn’t remember after drinking too much, only vaguely aware something happened upon waking.

Only knowing the result, having no impression of the process.

But this time, Serena knew clearly, all that was wonderful, was happening.

She finally understood why the wealthy ladies in the elite circles hinted with excitement when discussing massages and maintenance.

Serena wasn’t a wealthy lady, nor one of them.

But at this moment, she experienced the joy they did.

Her back landed on the soft bed, yet her fingertips touched hard muscle.

Even in complete darkness, it was definitely eight packs, no mistake.

Before her was ultimate darkness.

In her mind was ultimate whiteness.

Fireworks burst forth, Serena breathed out softly.

The lingering kiss descended again.

"Sister..."

The husky voice accompanied the warmth spreading at her earlobe.

Serena’s brain went blank for a moment.

Everything paused, darkness descended.

The moment before losing consciousness.

Serena had only one thought.

Still, she needed to find her brother!

The next second, consciousness was gone.

A night without dreams.

Opening her eyes, the morning light was dim outside the window.

She saw the arm lying across her chest and the hot chest pressing against her back.

After a brief stupor, Serena screamed in her heart.

She was doomed!

The previous time, she had cash from finance as backup.

This time, what could she do?

She couldn’t just wake him up and say she’ll transfer on WeChat, right?

The most fatal was, she vividly remembered that "sister."

In that instant, the face of the male host and Wyatt Hawthorne overlapped.

That grand dream emerged again in her mind, crystal clear and distinct.

Even hearing the intense heartbeat thumping in her chest, Serena dared not turn her head.

Afraid that if she did, it would become reality.

The thought of escaping struck, Serena gently lifted the arm, quietly dressed.

"Sister..."

When the clear voice sounded.

Serena, holding her shoes, had just reached the door.

Still bent over.

That "sister" fell into her ears.

Serena knew, the dream... had ended!