CHAPTER 156: CHAPTER 156: ONE NIGHT OR TWO, IT’S ALL THE SAME

Summer entered the villa, and as she passed by Elias Spencer, she just glanced at him calmly without saying anything.

She went to check on Elias, who was obediently staying in its nest with the cubs, feeling relieved that she didn’t need to stay there to watch it.

Walking to the outside garden, she grabbed her sister and left: "Let’s go, come back with me."

Vivian turned back to look at the man with a lost expression, feeling sympathetic. It seemed her sister no longer had any feelings for him.

Even if she broke up her sister and Ian Sterling, her sister might not necessarily reconcile with Attorney Spencer.

It seems the five million is going to be hard to earn.

After getting into the car, she turned and asked, "Sis, where does your boyfriend live? What does he do?"

"Just next door to us. Why are you asking this?" Summer drove away, glancing at her and not telling her that the man was the heir of Summit.

Living so close? Vivian raised an eyebrow. "I’m just asking casually, nothing much."

The next morning.

Vivian woke up very early, and while her mom and sister were still asleep, she didn’t wash up, with her hair a mess and wearing pajamas, she quietly snuck out.

She arrived at the door of the notorious flirt and knocked roughly: "Knock Knock——Knock Knock——!"

After a long while, no one came to open the door, and she knocked not so gently again.

Ian Sterling, who was sleeping drowsily, was awakened by the knocking. Who would knock so early? Could it be Summer wanting to have breakfast with him and go to work together?

Thinking this, he immediately woke up, got out of bed, and put on a thin pajamas, deliberately pulling the neckline open a bit, revealing a solid chest.

He went to the door and opened it, looking at the woman standing there. At a glance, he recognized she wasn’t Summer. Although they looked alike, her demeanor was still a bit immature.

"What do you want?" he asked in a flat tone.

Vivian’s gaze went straight to his muscular chest, knowing how hard it was and wondering what it felt like. The more she thought about it, her face uncontrollably blushed a little, so she quickly shifted her gaze!

Impatiently bypassing him, she entered the house, stood in the middle of the living room, and took a look around, finding it quite luxurious—

Ian frowned, turned around, and looked at her, asking again, "Miss Nolan, it’s not right to barge into someone else’s home like this, is it?"

"And it’s okay for you to randomly sleep with me?"

Vivian looked at him with a smile, walked to the sofa, and sat down, her long legs casually placed on the couch, leaning lazily against the armrest in a very enticing side-lying position.

She was still wearing only a short spaghetti strap nightgown, and her long, white, slender legs were striking. Ian looked at her, frowned, and quickly averted his gaze.

"You aren’t deliberately trying to seduce me, are you? Don’t cheapen yourself like that. I don’t like you, go back."

"I’ve thought it over. My first time shouldn’t be casually given away for nothing, so I’m here to make you take responsibility..." She had thought it through, once the man agreed to take responsibility and left her sister, she would dump him.

Hearing her words, Ian’s frown deepened, "You said you wouldn’t pester me, wouldn’t make me take responsibility."

"Then just pretend I never said those words. Anyway, you must take responsibility now. What if I get pregnant?" she retorted.

"Didn’t you take birth control?" he asked coldly, doesn’t she even have this basic knowledge?

"No, I forgot, so you must take responsibility..." She really forgot. It was just a night. It couldn’t be that easy to get pregnant, right?

It’s probably not too late now, not past 48 hours yet. Ian glanced at her and immediately called a bodyguard and ordered sternly:

"Go buy a box of birth control pills and have them delivered to my apartment, quickly."

Vivian, seeing his cold and unfeeling demeanor, disliked him even more. Want her to take medicine, does he? Well, she just wouldn’t take it...

"Take the medicine later," he said, going to the bedroom to fetch a suit jacket and tossed it at her: "Put it on, don’t be like this in front of me. I don’t like you."

"It’s not about whether you like it or not now, but you slept with me, so you must take responsibility." She threw the clothes aside, glaring at him hatefully.

"Sorry, I only like your sister. I can’t be responsible for you, but if money would make you feel better, name a price?" Ian said in a deep voice.

Summer was of similar age to him, they had more common topics to talk about, and he liked her personality and her confidence and charm in the workplace.

A young girl like this, he could only see as a sister.

For a relationship, mutual admiration of each other is needed for it to last long.

"..." Vivian looked at his resolute face, really feeling hurt. She was so uncomfortable. In school, she was the campus belle, and countless boys pursued her. Now she was being rejected by him?

She must make him agree to take responsibility, and then dump him fiercely.

"You like my sister, yet you sleep with me?"

"I told you, the other night was an accident, due to the medication..." Ian explained to her.

"Whether it was an accident or not, what happened has happened, and you must take responsibility." She pouted, getting up from the sofa and directly walking toward his bedroom.

She went to the bed that still held his warmth, sat down heavily, deliberately took off her nightgown, pulled the blanket over herself, and was ready to sleep a bit more.

Why did she enter his bedroom?

Ian followed in with a composed expression, and suddenly seeing her lying on his bed, he was displeased, went over and pulled off the blanket: "Whush..."

Upon seeing her body, he immediately turned his face away, only to throw the blanket back on her, expressing his anger, "What are you doing?"

"Sleeping, it’s too early, I want to sleep a bit longer. Want to join me?" she asked with a smile, noticing that he had no wicked intentions toward her, her courage grew bolder.

She just couldn’t believe she couldn’t handle this man.

If you say he’s a philanderer, he seemed quite devoted to her sister. If you say he’s not one, that night, he wasn’t just physically engaged but emotionally as well.

"Get up, go back quickly," Ian called out in displeasure but was unwilling to pull the blanket away again.

"A one-night couple a hundred days of grace, why so distant? By the way, what’s for breakfast?" Vivian treated his words as if they were nothing, as if he was just spouting nonsense.

Ian looked at the woman lying on his bed, feeling annoyed, yet he was completely helpless against this girl. She was much more difficult to deal with than Yara Grant, and she was Summer’s biological sister. Light persuasion was useless, but he couldn’t be harsh, either.

"Fine, I’ll look through the fridge myself after waking up. If you’re not sleeping, go do what you need to do, no need to mind me." She waved him off, her meaning clear: you’re dismissed.

Seeing this woman, Ian was really speechless, and asked coldly, "Who told you to just lie down in a man’s bed? Aren’t you afraid I’ll do something inappropriate?"

Vivian burst into laughter at his words and, lying on her side, seductively propped her head with one hand and patted the spot beside her with the other, spitting out two words,

"Come on..."

"Sleeping one night is sleeping, two nights is also sleeping, makes no difference."