Rony had never seen Eunice act in such a smitten manner. “I’m up for that. Is this Lord Reaper of yours good- looking, Eunice?”
Eunice replied, “I have no idez.”
“Huh?” Rory was stunned
Eunice sighed wistfully, saying “Lord Reaper’s true identity is classified. He had to employ the Misty Veil Technique to conceal his face when he rescued me. I never saw his real face, but those eyes of his were so profound and utterly charming I doubt any woman on earth could resist the intensity of his gaze, Roxy!” “I see. If that’s the case, then this Lord Reaper is truly an enigmatic figure.”
Eunice’s heart was racing while exclaiming, “That’s right! I’m absolutely convinced that whatever face is hidden behind the Misty Veil Technique is gorgeous! He is the most charming man I’ve ever met! I wonder what be thinks of me…
Roxy said with a smile, “You’re stunning, you have an incredible figure, and your talent is outstanding, so Lord Reaper will definitely fall for you!”
“Is that true?”
“Of course!”
Eunice grinned foolishly, feeling all fluttery inside. “I wonder when I’ll get to see Lord Reaper again!”
Roxy, watching Eunice acting completely love–struck, grew intensely curious about the Grim Reaper. She was determined to learn what kind of awe–inspiring magnetism he wielded to command such infatuation from Eunice
In the meantime, Ashton had just walked into the Langley residence when he spotted Melody sitting in the living room with her slender, fair legs propped up. She was clad in a light, pink slip dress. Her voluptuous figure was certainly eye–catching, making Ashton steal a second glance.
Upon spotting Ashton, Melody’s legs instinctively clamped together and tightened her stomach. She suddenly recalled the moment of Ashton’s brute, passionate possession. Her beautiful and innocent yet seductive face flushed with a mix of shame and fury.
She was even more enraged by the fact that Ashton had simply moved on as if nothing had happened, maintaining his same cold and detached demeanor toward her.
She sneered as she placed her hands on her hips, demanding, “Has Sally been giving you any trouble, Ashton?”
Melody felt increasingly unsettled. Sally had swom just a few days ago that she would make Ashton leave the Langley residence, but absolutely nothing had happened.
Sally would evade her questions when pressed about it. Sally even went so far as to ask what sort of woman Ashton preferred–the assertive type, the sweet type, or the innocent–but–sultry type. Melody found the whole situation utterly ridiculous.
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Ashton suddenly recalled the image of that beautiful, brainless woman with the great legs when Sally was brought up. He mused that if the chance ever presented itself, he absolutely had to go and enjoy some “five–star treatment” from her.
He figured a man had to live a little while he was still young, after all.
“No,” Ashton replied flatly before heading upstairs, making a beeline for Sylvia’s room.
Sylvia had just sent him several utterly provocative photos, which had roused his desire. He was desperate to claim Sylvia on the spot.
“How could that jerk just walk away! How could he not want a second taste of me?” Melody pouted slightly.
A faint, confusing irritation rose within her. Her emotions had been a tangled mess since that night, caught between seething hatred and a hidden, eager expectation.
“How frustrating!” Melody hissed as she ran her fingers through her hair, the memory of that day replaying in her mind yet again.
She could recall every detail of their encounter in perfect clarity. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t shake it off.
Ashton pushed open the door to Sylvia’s room, and the first thing that greeted him was a face of overwhelming allure–a vision of beauty in a silk slip dress and stockings.
“Ashton…” Sylvia murmured, her gaze fixed on Ashton with fervent desire.
Ashton immediately lunged at Sylvia like a ravenous wolf.
“I’ve just picked up a few new techniques, Ashton,” Sylvia whispered seductively.
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Sara Lili is a daring romance writer who turns icy landscapes into scenes of fiery passion. She loves crafting hot love stories while embracing the chill of Iceland’s breathtaking cold.

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