The Moment I Stepped Into His World as the Fake Girlfriend, I Became the Real Prize novel Chapter 118

The young man cut her off, spitting out two merciless words.

Elena stared at him in sheer disbelief, pointing a finger at the ground. "I'm sleeping on the floor?"

"What else did you expect? Did you really think you were getting in the bed?"

Sterling shot a cold glance at the mattress, treating it as an invisible, uncrossable boundary that she was absolutely forbidden to breach!

Beyond that...

The mere thought that this girl had been in countless other men's beds only deepened his instinctual repulsion.

There was no way in hell he would ever share a bed with an escort!

"You literally have zero idea how to treat a woman. No wonder you can't get the girl you actually want!"

Elena muttered the complaint under her breath, but the young man caught just enough of it to shoot her a sharp glare. "What did you say?"

She looked up, flashing a brilliant smile. "Nothing! I was just saying... sleeping on the floor is great for the spine. I absolutely love sleeping on the floor!"

With that, Elena dragged a heavy quilt over to an empty space beside the bed, awkwardly trying to make a pallet with just one hand.

Using one hand was exhausting. Trying to save energy, she eventually just dropped onto her knees to smooth the fabric out.

When Sterling walked over, the first thing he saw was the girl facing away from him, on her knees, leaning forward with her stunning curves on full display...

The quiet dead of night was always the perfect breeding ground for sinful tension.

That specific posture was dangerously suggestive, easily stirring the dark, filthy, and predatory desires buried deep within a man's subconscious.

Was she doing this on purpose, or was she just completely unguarded around him?

Did she ever stop to think that, even if his heart belonged to someone else, he was still a man?

If he wanted to, he could easily take her right here, right now—

"Sterling, when did you get over here? You scared me!"

Her uninjured arm was burning with exhaustion. Before the bed was even fully made, she collapsed onto the quilt, panting slightly.

Unexpectedly, she noticed a tall shadow falling over her.

Glancing over her shoulder, she saw the young man standing right behind her, staring down at her with an unreadable expression.

When their eyes met, he didn't say a word. He simply leaned down and efficiently finished making the bed for her.

"Wow, I didn't expect that. You actually know how to make a bed?"

Given his status as the heir to the Hawthorne empire, she assumed he never had to lift a finger for domestic chores.

Even if he tried, she figured he'd be terrible at it.

Yet, his movements were precise, and the sheets were laid out perfectly. It was genuinely surprising.

"Stop making a big deal out of nothing."

The young man, who had firmly decided to ignore her, parted his lips to deliver a sharp rebuke.

Basic survival skills were something he already knew.

Years ago, during a brutal power struggle within the family, his older brother Alistair had secretly sent him to a remote, impoverished town under a fake name to protect him from being targeted.

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