Hearing his serious yet indifferent tone, Verian almost laughed out loud. She stared at his black eyes with her clear watery ones and said word for word, "Heaton Fudd, has anyone ever told you that you have really bad ideas sometimes."
"You’re the first one to say that I’m bad, but there are many who say I’m cunning."
Verian smiled sweetly, her eyes gazing at him like two crescent moons as she agreed. "Yes, you wily old fox"
The man's eyes turned dull. "I’ll admit that I’m cunning, but I won't admit that I'm old."
Verian nodded and said in a pleasing and flattery manner, "You’re not old, not old at all. President Fudd is at the age of high spirits, so how could it be possible that you’re old?"
Even if he entered the entertainment industry, he could still win against lots of young men who were still weak even with three catties of powder and one catty of eyeliner on their face with his face, body, and temperament!
Moreover, he was venting her anger on her behalf in a disguised form. Verian was happier than anything in the world. She placed her arms around his neck, bringing her face close to his arms as she blushed and muttered, "But I like you."
Who did not like when the man they liked caused trouble in order to carry out revenge for them?
Besides, this man was Heaton Fudd.
Even if he stood there and did nothing, it was enough to please a woman. If he spoiled a woman by just a little bit, that woman would definitely fall for him.
Verian Mont was not a saint, she was a person who liked pretty faces just like any other young girl nowadays. She had to admit that she had first been attracted by Heaton's appearance. After all, it was always easier to like a handsome man than an ugly one.
"What did you just say?"
Although she spoke faintly like a mosquito, he still must have heard her. He pretended to have not heard it although he clearly had. She was shy so she pursed her small mouth and said, "Nothing, you should work. I'm sleepy so I want to go back to my room and sleep!"
She was about to get up but Heaton, who was not going to be easily fooled by her, clasped her slender wrist with his big, slender hands, and pulled her back again. "Just sleep here."
Verian blushed as her heartbeat increased, her body honest as she laid back in his arms. She buried herself in his chest and heard his powerful heartbeat as the corners of her lips moved. "Then I’ll...just slept here?"
The study room was extremely quiet as she nestled in his arms for a long while. She listened to the sound of the papers rustling as he occasionally flipped through documents. She did not feel sleepy. She thought of the bouquet of red roses that he gave Yanny Joy during the day and still felt a little uncomfortable at the thought.
"Why did you... Why did you give Yanny Joy roses?"
They were even red roses. Weren’t red roses for lovers?
Heaton was still looking at the document as he said in a calm voice: "You’re allowed to jump into a lake to save your ex-boyfriend, but I’m not allowed to give a woman red roses?"
"I accidentally pushed Jensen into the water, so I had to save him..."
Halfway through the explanation, Verian thought about it and noticed the strangeness. She stared at Heaton's handsome face. "Is it possible that you’re jealous?"
So he deliberately sent Kush to the set to send Yanny Joy red roses?
Seeing the man pursed his thin lips and his faint facial expression that barely changed, Verian continued, "If you don't speak, it’ll mean that you have acquiesced. Heaton Fudd, you’re jealous, so you deliberately acted ambiguously with Yanny Joy in the bar and let people take photos. You then sent red roses to Yanny Joy. You did this for… Hmm..."
Before she finished speaking, the man placed her body between his chest and the desk, blocking her chattering little mouth with his thin lips.
Only when Verian was almost out of breath from the kiss did the man let go of her. However, his black eyes stared at her. "If you continue to be noisy, it won’t be just a kiss."
His deep, dark, and gloomy eyes made Verian so scared that she immediately shut her mouth.
Last night, she was with Heaton for several hours. If it happened again tonight, she would fall apart tomorrow. Besides, her arm was still hurting!
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