h4Chapter 52: Party n/h4

"Bad boy, I won’t bother with you for now. I’m going out!" Hannahughed, then turned and ran outside.

Brandon watched her retreating figure, his gaze growing colder. He had never felt such loathing for her before.

Once, Hannah was the object of his intense pursuit. They used to sneak around, have secret dates, and those times were thrilling and sweet.

But now, all he felt for Hannah was disgust. Her pretense, her hypocrisy, it all became so clear to him.

Whatever, he thought. One step at a time. Brandon decided that if he did manage to win over E, he would cut ties with Hannahpletely.

...

It was past eight in the evening, and Eric was still workingte at the office.

E arrived at the reception desk with his favorite cream of mushroom soup. "Could you please let him know that E is here to see the president?" she said calmly to the receptionist.

The receptionist, a strikingly beautiful woman, couldn’t help but scoff internally at the sight of this high school-looking girl asking to see Eric.

Women from outside tried every trick to meet Eric, only to be rejected by Mr. Nelson every time.

"Do you have an appointment, Miss?" the receptionist asked.

"Yes," E recalled having called Eric earlier and nodded.

The receptionist checked the guest list and then looked up coldly. "I’m sorry, Miss, but your name is not on the appointment list."

E frowned. She had hoped to go through formal channels to meet Eric, but this was proving to be troublesome.

"In other words, Miss, please don’t have unrealistic dreams. Our president isn’t someone you can just meet," the receptionist sneered, her eyes full of disdain.

E gave her a cool nce, not wanting to waste time arguing. She sat down and took out her phone to call Eric.

"I’m downstairs at yourpany, but Mr. Nelson, it seems you didn’t inform the reception. I’m not allowed up. Could you please notify them?" E’s tone wasced with annoyance. The whole situation made her feel like some lovesick teenager chasing after Eric.

"Wait there, don’t be mad. I was too busy and forgot," Eric’s lightughter came through the phone. Two seconds after he hung up, the reception phone rang. The receptionist’s face turned pale as she answered.

After she hung up, she forced a smile. "Miss Davis, the president will see you now. This way to the exclusive elevator."

E nodded, "Your forced smile looks worse. You should stick to your natural expression."

"Oh, Miss Davis, please don’t be angry. It was my mistake. Please forgive me..." The receptionist’s face went ashen with fear. This job was not only easy but also well-paid, and she didn’t want to lose it over a misunderstanding.

E ignored her and walked towards the elevator.

A minuteter, E entered Eric’s office. She carefully set the cream of mushroom soup down. "Drink this soup first. It won’t taste good if it gets cold."

Eric put down his pen and stretchedzily, a yful smile on his lips. "You’re so considerate, even before we’re married. It seems I won’t have to teach you much in the future!"

E rolled her eyes at him. "Stop with the jokes. Let me see your hand."

Eric was dressed in a suit, so E rushed forward and carefully took off his jacket.

Eric suddenly grabbed E’s hand. "Darling, why are you taking off my clothes? Are you trying to..."

E blushed. "I’m just checking your injury. Stop having wild thoughts!"

"But I love having wild thoughts!"

Ignoring him, E gently rolled up the sleeve of his white shirt.

On his arm, a scar about the size of a finger appeared in front of E. Though it had already scabbed over, she could imagine how painful it must have been at the time.

"It’s healed with a scab, so there’s no need to go to the hospital," E sighed with relief, feeling she had made a fuss over nothing.

E suddenly felt warm breaths on her ear. Startled, she realized Eric was right next to her face,ughing wickedly.

"Sweetheart, you were really worried about me, weren’t you?"

Eric’s eyes curved into a smile. E’s concern was evident from her expressions and her eyes.

E red at him. "No, I just felt a little guilty since you got hurt because of me..."

"Hmm, women always say the opposite of what they mean... You smell really good," Eric said, his wolfish nature surfacing. He nibbled on her earlobe, making E shiver and let out a soft moan.

He suddenly pulled her into his arms, pressing his lips to hers. E struggled, "The door isn’t locked!"

"No one darese in..." Eric murmured, his hands wandering. E’s face turned bright red with a mix of annoyance and embarrassment. Why did he always act like a hungry wolf whenever he saw her?

Yet she couldn’t deny, each time he had her in his arms but couldn’t have her, it was torture.

Eric was now enduring such torment, his voice husky as he kissed E and said, "E... help me..."

"Help you with what?" E asked, wide-eyed and confused, her heart pounding wildly.

"Help me out..." He ced her hand on his hard bulge, making E quickly pull her hand back in shock. "You... you should take a cold shower!"

With that, E pushed Eric away.

Eric looked at her in agony, shaking his head helplessly. "E, you truly are the coldest woman. Faced with my charm, you remain unmoved... Ah..."

Overwhelmed with frustration, he rushed into the bathroom.

E sat on the sofa, her face flushed. She thought about his predicament and felt a deep sense of frustration.

She was only eighteen now, and he had to wait for how many years?

Could he really wait until she graduated from college? It seemed doubtful.

The bathroom door swung open, and Eric emerged with a flushed face, his hair damp with water droplets. Hezily sat down, the cream of mushroom soup now almost cold.

E watched him slowly savor the soup, his handsome features making her heart race again.

"I’m hosting a party on Sunday. There will be a big scene. Do you want toe?" E asked with a light smile.

Eric’s interest was piqued immediately. "At your ce?"

"Yes," E didn’t reveal her n to Eric because she might do something at the party that would make him very angry.

If she told him now, he would surely forbid it.

But only by taking matters into her own hands could she exact satisfying revenge!