Drunk on Marriage, Billionaire's Overindulgent Love
Chapter 53 - 053. Mr. Mu, do you want to take possession of me?

Chapter 53: 053. Mr. Mu, do you want to take possession of me?

Nan Wan suddenly felt a stiffness throughout her body and slowly raised her head.

Entering her sight, the man lazily leaned against the doorframe, his left toe lightly tapping the floor, one hand tucked into the pocket of his suit pants, the cuff of his rolled-up shirt revealing a slender forearm, while the other hand dangled car keys in mid-air.

That expression, half-smiling but not quite, made Nan Wan feel very uneasy.

She shifted her gaze, her facial expression calm and composed, her eyes entirely free of the panic of being caught. She pursed her lips, "Don’t bother making it, I’m afraid you’ll poison it."

The aroma was already wafting out, faintly dispersing in the air.

Mu Jin Huan’s gaze swept over her white, tender foot on the floor, his eyebrows subtly furrowing as he said unhurriedly, "Poison you, to seize your property?"

A doctor doesn’t know she’ll get sick by walking barefoot on a cold floor?

Hearing this, Nan Wan lifted her gaze, looking into those deep pool-like eyes. She curled a strand of hair around her finger, twirling it slowly, smiling gently, "Besides myself, I have nothing. Is it me Mr. Mu wants to seize?"

The deliberately raised pitch of her voice exuded charm, making it particularly captivating at this hour of the night.

Mu Jin Huan’s thin lips arched into a handsome curve, his voice low and seductive, "What if I say yes..."

Nan Wan knew very well whether those words were true or merely an echo of hers.

"Though I’m not one to take a fancy to just any kind of man, Mr. Mu, your type, I find quite pleasing," Nan Wan blinked, her smile growing ever more radiant. "Since we both have each other in mind, there’s no time like the present, how about tonight?"

Her bold demeanor and captivating charm fit perfectly with the image she had in Qing City.

The man’s handsome face darkened slightly, deep eyes swirling with hidden currents, cold beneath the surface.

Once he turned to enter the kitchen, Nan Wan retracted her gaze, the fake smile on her face disappearing the moment he turned away.

See, she had long said, it wasn’t her that he wanted.

A mature and steady man at the age of 34 should have seen all sights; it wouldn’t simply be that he was attracted only by her beauty.

The meticulous effort he put in could only mean what he wanted required her hand, or should be said, could only be attained through her.

What could it be...

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When Mu Jin Huan came out again, it was ten minutes later.

Nan Wan was leaning back on the sofa, watching him go to the entrance to fetch a pair of men’s slippers. His handsome face showed no extra expression, then he walked to the sofa, bent down, and placed the slippers at her feet.

Nan Wan looked at those gray cotton slippers, somewhat dazed.

"After you eat, I’ll take you back."

His voice, same as usual, no longer carried that deliberate seduction.

Nan Wan glanced at the watch on her wrist. It was almost eleven o’clock, a time when normally middle-aged people should be resting. "Aren’t you tired?"

Then why bring her here, tossing back and forth in the middle of the night, just to tease her?

Hearing this, Mu Jin Huan leaned in expressionlessly, their breaths entangled instantly. His distinctly jointed fingers moved as if to unbutton his shirt, speaking slowly, "If you want to sleep here, it’s not impossible, the night is long, no time like the present..."

His thin lips touched her ear, his husky, deep voice penetrating her eardrum, her earlobe blushing a peculiar pink from his ambiguous breath.

Nan Wan, "..."

She raised a hand to push away the enlarged handsome face in front of her, got up, put on the slippers, and went straight to the dining room.