CHAPTER 25: CHAPTER 25: TONIGHT, SHE’S GOING TO FIND A MALE MODEL AND GET WILD!

Summer Nolan saw him suddenly walking over, her smile froze a bit, and she started to panic. What is this man trying to do?

Whatever happens, she can’t lose the stance!

She continued to feign calmness, leaning against the doorframe, lifting her head defiantly to look at him. Elias Spencer suddenly braced one hand on the frame above her head, and with a chilly smile, he asked,

"No feelings, Attorney Nolan? Then why is your face red?"

"...Too small, made me embarrassed to look at."

She snarked back, her words venomous enough to enrage anyone. Just as she was about to get clothes from his wardrobe, he suddenly and coldly pulled her back!

Gave him a look-over: "Anything else, Attorney Spencer?"

"Who was the one crying and begging before?" Elias Spencer raised an eyebrow and asked.

"...I was just putting on a show for you, didn’t want to hurt the pride of your manliness."

She lied with a smile, ready to walk away, when her wrist was suddenly gripped by a force she couldn’t resist, and her back hit the cold doorframe with a thud!

The next moment, an overpowering and invasive aura bore down on her.

His hand clamped on the back of her neck, with a force that almost suffocated her.

"Elias Spencer!" Summer Nolan rasped out angrily, and as she opened her mouth, he took advantage to slip his soft tongue in.

Like a bandit, he roughly entangled her breath.

He plundered without restraint.

His kisses were chaotic, filled with an extreme repressed agitation, occasionally his teeth hit her lips, leaving a sharp pain.

Yet it was intensely stimulating.

This fierce stimulation gradually swallowed Summer Nolan’s sanity.

Gathering her remaining lucidity, she raised a hand and pushed against him forcefully, "Mm... bastard..."

But her strength was like a butterfly fluttering in front of him, completely ineffective.

Suddenly, his kiss slowed a bit, the tip of his tongue with searing heat swept over her lips that he had bitten to slight swelling.

A big hand suddenly fell on her sexy hips, slowly moving up... It had to be said, this cold abstinent dog-man was very skilled.

Summer Nolan’s resisting hands unconsciously relaxed, wrapping around his neck, just starting to respond proactively—only to have Elias Spencer suddenly pull away.

He looked at her with a light smile: "Didn’t you say you felt nothing, Attorney Nolan? Did those feelings come on a bit quick?"

Was he deliberately slapping her face?

How is he even more of a dog than Elias?

Summer Nolan glared at him, annoyed at her own reaction to him earlier, determined never to let it happen again!

She’d rather find a sugar daddy than get intimate with this bastard again!!!

"Being aroused is a natural bodily reaction, but it doesn’t mean I want to sleep with you."

She said, with a cold chuckle, bumping him with her arm, then headed to his wardrobe, pulling out a white robe for spring and autumn and a pair of new men’s shorts, and walked away.

Didn’t even discuss it with him.

Who’s fault was it for dragging me here?

After freshening up in the bathroom, she went to the dog house to grab a pack of beef jerky, sitting on the sofa, with the puppy immediately following her eagerly.

Summer Nolan opened the pack, taking out a big piece of jerky, tempting it, she said:

"Elias, if you go bite that bad man for me, I’ll give you jerky, how about it?"

Elias Spencer, biting a cigarette as he walked out, heard her words, his eyes sharply glancing at the dog... Would it dare?

Elias the dog understood her words, immediately turning to look at the male owner standing by the sofa. Seeing his icy demeanor, it quickly looked back, not daring.

"Don’t be afraid, go bite. I’m here, what are you scared of? Mommy’s got your back!" Summer Nolan patted its head, encouraging it.

The dog, hearing the words from its beloved female owner, suddenly went barking at the male owner:

"Woof woof...!"

"Good dog, well done! Here, have some jerky!" Summer Nolan smiled, glancing at someone with a darkened face, and stuffed the jerky into its mouth.

"Once and you’re full, and you can’t tell the difference? As a punishment, no food for you tomorrow." Elias Spencer said, looking at it with a stern gaze.

The puppy, hearing his words, suddenly lost interest in the jerky in its mouth, looking at the female owner—

"Don’t be afraid of him, eat. I’ll feed you tomorrow." Summer Nolan patted its head, said.

"Then no food for you the day after." Elias Spencer, folding his arms, blew out a puff of smoke, said in a deep voice.

Summer Nolan turned her head, glared at him, then patted the puppy’s head, comforting it, "It’s okay, I’ll come feed you the day after too!"

"Will you really come every day to feed it?"

"If every day, then every day, I won’t let my dog suffer."

She huffed coldly, the phone in her bag suddenly rang. Taking a look, it was her gay best friend attending Fashion Week abroad.

Why’s he calling so late?

She answered, a deep magnetic male voice coming through: "Hey lady, wanna go out for a drink?"

"You’re back in the country?" Summer Nolan asked in surprise.

"Came back last night, it’s been raining all day today, boring as hell. Come on, accompany me for a drink."

Holding two outfits before a mirror, comparing left, comparing right, finally choosing the white slim-fit spring coat in his right hand.

Elias Spencer, hearing the man’s voice on the phone, slightly frowned his sword-like eyebrows—

"I have a cold, won’t go out tonight, you go ahead." Summer Nolan croaked out.

"A cold won’t kill you. It’s fine, I’ll come to yours to pick you up! Tonight, let’s... do something crazy!" He was about to hang up when she immediately said,

"I’m at Elias’s place..."

"You guys are back together? What’s going on at his place so late?" the man was startled, full of surprise and gossip.

"Not back together. If you’re picking me up, bring an outfit, and oh, also some underwear."

"You’re not wearing underwear at his place? Fess up, are you two already a thing?" he asked, curious and nosy.

"Nope, anyone but him. If you’re coming over, hurry, stop talking nonsense." Summer Nolan said and hung up, not explaining much.

Go ahead, who cares about staying overnight at an ex’s house anyway, he was mocking me just now.

Tonight, I’ll find a male model, get a bit wild! And maybe sort out physiological needs—

Elias Spencer watched her expressionlessly, his tone chilly and detached as he asked, "Going out so late? Can you be at work on time tomorrow?"

"Don’t worry, Attorney Spencer, I won’t delay work. You get some rest." She smiled at him.

Elias Spencer gave her a cool look, said nothing more, and turned back to the master bedroom in a cold silence.

Summer Nolan played with the puppy in the living room for thirty minutes, then the doorbell rang. She immediately went to open it, outside stood a man with chiseled features and flowing silvery white shoulder-length hair.

His name was Miles Monroe, a renowned fashion designer, previously the Nolan Family’s neighbor before their bankruptcy. Their mothers often played mahjong together before, and he often played with Summer Nolan too. They had a good relationship.

"Here, take it, hurry up." The man handed her the bag.

"Wait here for a moment." Summer Nolan took the bag and went in without inviting him in, as Elias Spencer used to not like him much.

What if later he comes out and drives him away, wouldn’t that be awkward?