Sensing someone approaching, Harmony lifted her head and saw that it was Ezekiel. Quickly, she stashed her phone into her bag, not wanting him to see the negative rumors circulating online.
“Come on, let’s go home,” Ezekiel suggested. Seeing her face unnaturally flushed, he reached out to help her up while checking her forehead with his free hand.
Harmony was just a bit tipsy and woozy from too much red wine, not sick.
“No fever, but your face is red. Are you feeling stuffy?” Ezekiel asked with concern.
Harmony shook her head. “No.” She was flushed with anger, genuinely upset by the negative rumors.
Indeed, she felt much better after stepping outside with Ezekiel and feeling the natural night breeze. Dressed in an evening gown, she looked exceptionally charming, and her figure was perfect for such a curve-revealing attire.
Once they got into the car, they headed straight back to the hotel. Harmony didn’t want to think about anything at the moment; she just leaned on the man’s shoulder and dozed off.
Ezekiel held her shoulder, occasionally lowering his head to check on her. Once they reached their hotel room, Harmony turned her back to him. “Can you pull the zipper down for me?” Ezekiel reached out to unzip her dress. Having admired her all night, he couldn’t resist leaning down to plant a kiss on her fair shoulder.
Harmony squirmed, “Don’t kiss there.” “Where should I kiss, then?” the man asked with a low chuckle. Harmony didn’t dare to respond to his provocative words. She turned around with a smile. “I’m going to change into my pajamas.” Ezekiel watched her escape into the room. He didn’t chase after her, knowing that she was his and couldn’t escape.
Harmony came out in a short, spaghetti- strapped nightgown, feeling more relaxed in front of Ezekiel now. His gaze was once again drawn to her, and he reached out to hold her slender waist. Harmony looked up, her face slightly flushed from the wine, her eyes alluring. She truly looked like a ripe peach.
Ezekiel held the back of her head and leaned in for a kiss. Having just taken off his suit, he was now in a white shirt, exuding a strong masculine charm.
It was another wonderful yet exhausting night, and Harmony thought she would break in two from her waist.
In the morning, she received a call from Sera. They were to meet with the director to discuss the script.
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