CHAPTER 234: CHAPTER 235: CLEARLY POURING OIL ON THE FIRE [EXTRA UPDATE]

This time, it wasn’t about exploiting Kris Cooper or intentionally trying to please him; it was a sincere acceptance from the depths of her heart. For so long, he had been the first man to cherish her, treating her with the tenderness of a father. She should respond to this feeling with equal sincerity.

Kris Cooper scowled. "Let go, quickly!"

"What’s the matter?" She released him, puzzled. "Can’t I hug you too?"

The man chuckled. "I’m cold. Wait until I’m warm before you hug me."

He had been strolling outdoors for quite a while, so his skin had lost much of its warmth. Although he wasn’t bothered by the cold himself, he worried she might get chilled.

Vera swiveled and immediately moved closer, wrapping her arms around him once again.

"No! I want to hug you now!" His skin felt a bit cold, giving her goosebumps, yet she held him tightly. Unafraid of the cold, she pressed her warm body against his. "I’ll warm you up."

If he could warm her hands and feet, she could do the same for him.

However, her attempt to warm him up was more like tossing fuel onto a fire. With a slight shift of his body, he had her pinned beneath him.

The fire was hers to bear responsibility for, since she had ignited it!

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When she woke up the next morning, Vera regretted her decision.

Tonight, I’m definitely not letting Kris Cooper into my bed, she silently resolved while brushing her teeth with weary arms.

But then, as she walked out and saw him picking out clothes for her, she changed her mind. He can join me in bed, but absolutely no sex, she decided.

Over breakfast, watching him cool her porridge, she changed her mind again. If he insists... I guess I can agree. Just once. Maximum once. Absolutely no more changes after this! she thought.

It’s so strange, she mused. Why is it that after we do the same thing, he appears radiant and energetic, as if he’d been injected with chicken blood, while I feel completely drained and lethargic, not wanting to move at all?

While in his car, Vera finally brought up her doubts.

"Honey... don’t you... don’t you get tired?"

Kris Cooper reached over to adjust her seatbelt.

"What are you referring to?"

"You know..." She lowered her eyelashes. "That!"

Wasn’t he the one who exerted more energy? How could he not be tired?

Kris Cooper’s lips curved slightly.

"As long as it makes you happy, I’m willing to be a little tired."

"How can you say it’s for my happiness? You’re clearly the one who wanted it!"

The man started the car, retorting earnestly, "The first time, you forced yourself on me. The second time, you were the one who actively hugged me... Doesn’t that mean you wanted it?!"

"I... I didn’t!" she shot back immediately. "You were the one who wanted it! Don’t shift the blame onto me!"

He turned his head to look at her, his gaze deep.

"Your body seemed to say otherwise!"

At this comment, Vera blushed so fiercely she wished she could crawl under the car seat. Shame turned to anger, and she hissed, "You’re driving and talking! Keep your eyes on the road!"

Like each time before, he drove her to the back entrance of their office. Before he could speak, Vera jumped out of the car and scurried away.

The mere thought of last night’s events made her feel uneasy whenever he was near.

Vera entered the office building and took the elevator to the Advertising Department. As she walked through the entrance of the Planning Department, Merlin Bradley looked up from her Partition Room.

"Vera, you seem to be glowing!"

Did she see something? Vera thought, quickly pulling her high-collared shirt higher. "What do you mean?"

Merlin Bradley gestured toward Vera’s office. "Go in and see for yourself."

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