Taya fell for his spell and believed in his mischief, actually thinking that he would take her to see something serious…
He held her hand and made her touch that scorching hot spot, with a h oar se voice, gently grazing her neck.
“Is it amazing?”
It was him with red ears just now, but now it was Taya’s turn, almost blushing to the point where the original color is unclear. “N-no, it’s not nice…”
He slightly curled his lips, with a faint smile, “Then… is it useful?
Taya covered her reddened cheeks, looked up and glared lightly at Griffon, but collided with a pair of eyes with countless stars gathered inside.
Inside the eyes only held her figure and appearance, affectionately warm, like a gentle spring breeze blowing over a long distance, easily making people indulge in it and unable to extricate themselves. On his face, a shallow smile slowly bloomed, highlighting his eyebrows and eyes, making him look pure and ethereal.
Taya stared at the sophisticated and restrained face, unable to a*sociate it with the man who had been talking nonsense in her ear…
She looked away from him and tried to let go of his hand, but he held it firmly and asked, “Will you help me this time?”
Taya was always at a disadvantage in such matters. This time, she gathered her courage, stood on her tiptoes, and lightly bit his earlobe, saying, “No, I won’t.”
The warm and fragrant breath, tinged with a tingling sensation, entered his ear. An electric feeling spread from his ear to his whole body. His stunning figure suddenly trembled.
He lowered his thick eyelashes and looked at the woman who was challenging him. The smile in his eyes became even deeper and more profound.
“Then I will help you.”
The man bent down, picked her up, then placed her on the soft sofa. He pressed her down with his body. “Griffon!”
“Yeah?”
He replied with an “okay”, but didn’t let her go. He held the back of her head and approached her lips, “Call my name.” Trembling all over, Taya couldn’t help but softly call out his name,
“Griffon…”
He patted her waist and seduced the woman who was staring at him in a daze. “Call me like you used to.”
Blushing, Taya grabbed his strong and powerful shoulders and
was once again bewitched. “Griffon… Knight”
Her single “Griffon Knight” called forth countless “Tayas”…it turned out that the name he had been deeply calling out was always her name.
Harper called Taya to ask where she had been the night before, and why she hadn’t come home yet that day. Taya, who was having dinner on Griffon’ lap, stammered and couldn’t say anything.
Griffon reached out his hand, took her phone from her, and spoke gently, “Just focus on your meal.” After a moment of stunned silence, Harper said, “Sorry for bothering you.” Then, she quickly hung up the phone.
As Harper wondered when Griffon had arranged for her to be picked up, she heard the housekeeper, Mandy, call her.
“Ms. Duke, there’s a gentleman here to see you.”
Harper thought it was Eric who had come to her doorstep again, but to her surprise, it was Preston. He sat on the front of the Rolls-Royce, hanging his head low, revealing a head of thick and dense hair.
Under the yellowing street lamp, the man played with a lighter in his hand, with a cigarette sandwiched between his fingers…
Preston didn’t smoke, nor did he allow Harper to smoke. But at this moment, smoke surrounded him.
Harper leaned against the villa’s doorway, arms crossed, looking him up and down. “What do you want from me?” she asked.
Hearing her voice, Preston slowly lifted his head. His eyes, reddened by alcohol, were moist and full of a hint of pity.
He had a hard time opening his eyes, half-closed his eyelashes, he looked at Harper. He raised his proud chin. “I’ve just been through a breakup.”
Harper had predicted that the world-famous womanizer, Preston would break up with Khloe one day or another, but she hadn’t expected it to be so soon.
She didn’t have much of a reaction. “It’s nothing to do with me that you’re heartbroken.”it wasn’t as if she was the cause of his heartbreak, so why would he come to her? Geez!
Preston got up, st agger ing up to Harper in unsteady steps.
A strong scent of alcohol wafted into Harper’s nose as she pinched her nose in disgust. “Stay away from me, it’s choking.” Preston didn’t want to. He insisted on raising his arms up above her head and wrapped her in his embrace.
Like a pup, he buried his head in Harper’s neck. “It’s all your fault that I broke up with Khloe.”
Harper’s eyes rolled. “I think you don’t have any place to throw up after being drunk, so you’re here to make me sick.”
As such, Harper lifted her pointed nails, aiming at his temples to poke hard for his head to slide off her shoulders.
Harper took the opportunity to shove him away, sending the tipsy Preston tumbling on the floor after her push.
A heavy thud was heard when the back of his head struck against the edge of the flower pot at the entrance of the villa.
Immediately after was the sound of tiles smashing into fragments, their rumbles shattering. Harper froze in place, horrified.
In contrast to her response, it seemed as if Preston couldn’t feel any pain at all. Blinking his clear, untainted eyes, he remained to stare at Harper. “Help me up, there’s dirt…” Noticing that he seemed to be fine, Harper stood still unmoving.
“Get up by yourself, and get lost. Don’t try faking an injury.”
After several seconds, the pain slowly set in, spreading to his brain nerves. Preston’s instinctive response was to reach out to touch the back of his head…
When his fingers came into contact with the warm liquid, he spread out his palm in Harper’s direction and let her look. “Could you help me see if it’s bleeding?” Seeing the blood on his hands, the startled Harper stepped forward to help him up while lamenting about how annoying he was.
It was the first time Preston suffered such a serious injury. Not only did he not receive rea*surance and comfort, but he also had to bear with Harper’s non-stop nagging.
In irritation, he hugged Harper and pushed her against the wall before his head zoomed in to kiss her lips, blocking the chattering mouth.
Harper just couldn’t break free no matter how hard she tried to struggle, judging from how drunk and strong he was.
Driven by anxiousness, she raised her foot and thrust it out, aiming at Preston’s lower body!
To her surprise, he managed to catch onto her lean calf before her foot could land on his private part…
With a forceful pull, her leg was on his waist, while Harper with one foot on the ground could barely stand still and had no choice but to lean on him.
After getting full control of the upper hand, Preston grabbed Harper’s hands and raised them over her head, drowning her in
his pa*sionate kisses while she could do nothing to fight back.
After kissing the woman in his arms until she gasped for air, no longer resisting, he let her go and provocatively asked, “Do you still have the guts to lecture me now?”
Harper, breathing in the fresh air, was only able to glare at Preston, cursing after she returned to herself, “You jerk, shameless jerk!”
When Preston noticed that she remained to blabber on, he kissed her once more. In short, he repeated the cycle until Harper finally closed her mouth…
Only after the buzzing in his ears quieted down did Preston raise his hand to point at the back of his head. “You pushed me, you should be responsible.”
Holding her anger in, Harper dragged him into the villa and ran his fingers through his hair to search for the wound.
After finding that it was just a minor wound, she found a medical kit and poured a cupful of antiseptic before running it over his wound.
Preston’s face was left deathly pale from the stinging pain. “Are you trying to kill me?”
Harper had her cheeks puffed. Without saying a word, she didn’t hold back from applying the bottle of iodine onto his wound.
The wound hadn’t hurt that much, but after all the mess Harper caused, Preston’s forehead started dripping with cold sweat from the pain.
Had he known it earlier, he wouldn’t have gotten Harper to deal with the wound. The woman, Harper Duke, was heartless in the
first place…
Harper picked up the gauze, and as if to wrap tape with all her strength, rolled the gauze bandaging his head in several rounds, gritting her teeth.
Preston, who had only felt pain in the back of his head, could feel his head throbbing. “Just how ruthless you can be.”
Harper raised her hand to give his head wrapped in the shape of rice dumpling a pat before jutting her chin to the door of the villa. “Please, I won’t see you off.”
Preston turned his head to retort but by coincidence, the swollen lips from his kiss entered his sight.
After staring at it briefly, his expression resumed its solemnity. Harper, let’s make up.”