CHAPTER 21: CHAPTER 21: THE RABBIT TURNS INTO A HANDSOME MAN

Audrey Sutton said with a smile, "If you’re afraid of your harem catching fire, then flirt less with the beauties."

Shane Warner thought, maybe Lan Irving is one of the few female secretaries around him, which is why Audrey Sutton had such a misunderstanding.

However, looking at her slightly jealous look, he found it quite cute.

There are some things that, if explained, only get darker; let time reveal the truth.

As the music reached its climax, the dance steps gradually accelerated in rhythm.

Audrey Sutton felt that Lan Irving deliberately squeezed towards her, disturbing her dance steps a bit.

Shane Warner noticed this too, and pulled Audrey Sutton slightly back to create some distance.

However, as they continued dancing, Lan Irving squeezed once more, directly bumping into Audrey Sutton. Audrey’s steps lost balance, her high heels tripped her foot, and her chaotic steps ended up stepping on Lan Irving’s dress.

With a scream, Audrey turned her head and saw Lan Irving holding her chest with a flustered look.

The sleeve of the right shoulder slipped down, revealing a large patch of skin.

Shane Warner steadied Audrey Sutton and glanced at her high-heeled foot, worriedly asking, "Twisted your ankle?"

Audrey Sutton shook her head, frowned at Lan Irving, while Shane Warner took off his jacket and draped it over Lan Irving to prevent exposure.

"Are you okay?" Shane Warner asked indifferently.

Lan Irving said she was fine, but gave Audrey Sutton a few glances as if silently conveying to Shane Warner that it was Audrey who stepped on her dress.

Audrey Sutton frowned tightly at the coat draped over Lan Irving’s shoulders, knowing Shane Warner’s action was out of gentlemanly behavior, with no other meaning.

But she was more aware that this was the result Lan Irving wanted; Shane Warner was unwitting, but Lan Irving was intentional.

"Go fix it up," Shane Warner said.

Lan Irving clutched Shane Warner’s jacket tightly on her shoulders, nodded: "Okay."

Watching Lan Irving walk away, Shane Warner also took Audrey Sutton out of the dance floor.

"I didn’t mean to."

Shane Warner looked down at her, finding her somewhat aggrieved and angry, surprised that she would explain to him, as if afraid he would blame her.

"I know, I didn’t blame you."

His smile made Audrey Sutton feel a little better.

But thinking about his jacket, there was still a thorn in her heart that hadn’t been removed.

This party was truly a mess.

Shane Warner left first with Audrey Sutton, she said she wanted hot pot, so he drove far to find a hot pot place in Serephina.

She said the taste was authentic, and she ate to satisfaction, only then did her brows relax, and her face regained its smile.

The clouds piled on Shane Warner’s heart also dispersed.

After returning to the hotel, she took a shower back in her room, held her drawing tablet, and started rushing her drafts.

About two or three hours later, she was about to go to sleep, when she heard a knock on the door.

Instinctively thinking of the green tea Lan Irving, she went to her door, pressed against it to listen to the movement outside.

Shane Warner’s footsteps headed towards the front door, then he opened it, and she heard him ask indifferently, "Anything?"

Then Lan Irving’s voice rang, "Thanks for today, President Warner."

Upon hearing Lan Irving’s voice, Audrey Sutton couldn’t hold back, immediately pushed open her door and walked out.

Shane Warner saw her and frowned slightly, like a parent catching a disobedient child, asking her, "Why aren’t you asleep yet?"

Audrey Sutton replied, "I was woken up by you guys."

Lan Irving apologized with a smile, "Really sorry to disturb you guys so late."

Saying so, she handed over a bag of clothes: "I came to return President Warner’s attire."

Audrey Sutton hooked her arm around Shane Warner’s: "Why return? Our Shane is a neat freak, he won’t wear clothes worn by others. Just consider it a gift, Shane has plenty of clothes, I can just buy him a new set tomorrow."

Lan Irving smiled, "Madam, you’re joking. The clothes have been cleaned and disinfected, and besides, I can’t wear men’s clothes."

"Didn’t you wear them perfectly earlier?"

Lan Irving, with an air of magnanimity as if unwilling to argue with Audrey Sutton, placed the bag on the hallway cupboard saying, "President Warner, Madam, get some rest."

Watching Lan Irving leave, Audrey Sutton released Shane Warner’s hand.

Shane Warner looked at her with a half-smile, gently closing the room door.

Audrey Sutton said sarcastically, "What are you standing there for? Not going to treasure the clothes she washed personally?"

Shane Warner smiled at her and said, "I’m a neat freak, I won’t wear what someone else has worn."

The way she referred to him as ’our Shane’ pleased him.

Watching her puff cheeks, Shane Warner intentionally threw the bag of clothes into the trash bin by the door in front of her, and said, "You said it, go buy me a new set tomorrow."

Audrey Sutton stretched out her hand, rubbed her index finger and thumb together, indicating she wanted money.

Shane Warner raised his brows and said, "Go sleep first, I’ll give it to you tomorrow morning."

After a long day, Audrey Sutton was indeed tired.

Lying in bed, her mind was filled with many things, but she quickly fell asleep upon touching the pillow.

Shane Warner leaned against his own headboard, searching on his tablet’s browser for six words: rabbit that doesn’t eat grass.

The comic’s author name was: Art Beyond Words.

It’s definitely Audrey Sutton’s work.

Out of curiosity, he clicked in and read a few pages, frowning gradually.

The story content roughly was that the male protagonist saved an injured rabbit, which exhibited a series of strange behaviors.

Like not liking grass but meats, often watching TV, even throwing tantrums, and exceptionally understanding humans.

At first, Shane Warner thought it might be like Liao Zhai, where the rabbit transforms into a beautiful girl, then a fantasy love unfolds between her and the male lead.

But until the rabbit turned into a muscular male with an eight-pack, he nearly grew a few question marks on his forehead, closing the page with great confusion.

What on earth is this girl thinking?

Unable to appreciate her comic, Shane Warner nonetheless found her X account under the recommendations below the comic page.

Not many followers, less than three hundred, he discovered her several brothers among them, indicating many of those followers were mixed.

The X content mostly comprised comic promotions and sharing of other authors’ illustrations, plus some silly videos with endless ’hahaha’.

With a furrowed brow, Shane Warner registered on X, followed her account, then shut off his phone and the lamp by his bed.

The image of the rabbit turning into a muscular man still lingered in his mind, deeply puzzled what kind of story two men could develop?