Anna’s head was wrapped in the club’s signature pink towel for senior VIPs. Her face was plastered with a collagen mask, a bathrobe loosely draped around her shoulders, revealing the delicate curve beneath her bare neck. A thick layer of beauty lotion coated her exposed skin, and her hands were encased in transparent gloves filled with black whitening product.She was halfway through her beauty treatment when she heard a familiar voice coming from the next room—something that sounded like Adriana. Curious, she walked out to confirm if it was really her.Oh. Unfortunately, it was.Adriana’s face darkened. She had only come to do a bit of skincare, to relax and unwind. The last thing she expected was to run into the very source of her irritation.“Miss Blake, is something wrong?” she asked flatly.Anna’s cold, contemptuous eyes ran over her from head to toe—pausing particularly on the slippers at Adriana’s feet. Her sarcasm was thinly veiled.“A thin camel is still bigger than a horse,
Adriana attended a meeting at the law firm. When she walked out of the conference room, she saw Jessica walking by with swaying steps. She had deliberately put on full Korean-style makeup, wearing a ruffled, long-sleeved blouse, a step skirt, and nude, fine-heeled shoes. Her long hair was permed into soft waves, cascading behind her.How was it that after losing the lawsuit and being dumped by Carson, she didn’t look affected at all—on the contrary, she looked even more beautiful?Mona snorted and muttered, “That little fox of a woman almost choked me to death during the meeting.”Adriana knocked her lightly on the head. “At such a young age, is your mouth already this unforgiving?”Mona covered her head in mock grievance. “I want to be kind and sweet and lovely and charming! But some people don’t deserve it. I’ll save my nice side just for you, Master!”“But don’t,” Adriana teased. “The little apprentice I see has a grumpy face every day.”Mona pinched her own cheeks, relaxed her mus
Kevin: “…”Adriana handed Calvin the warm milk. “Warm milk nourishes the stomach, but pancakes are a bit greasy. It’s not good to eat too much. Just pad your stomach for now and eat something lighter later.”Calvin furrowed his brows, putting on an exaggerated expression like he was trying to endure great pain.“Uh-huh.”Kevin: “…”Just as breakfast was finally ready to be enjoyed, Kevin’s attention shifted away from the president’s impressive acting skills. “What happened to your car, Lawyer Clarke? Such a big scratch—more like a gash.”Calvin paused mid-bite. “What happened to the car?”Adriana looked slightly annoyed. She had left a note—why hadn’t the person contacted her yet?“It got scraped in the mall parking lot. I didn’t wait for the owner.”Kevin asked, “Which mall? I can request the surveillance footage. Do you remember the license plate number? With that, we can trace it.”The license plate was easy to remember. Adriana had only read it once and could even recite it backwa
“Get some stomach medicine.”Hearing that the president wanted to take stomach medicine, Kevin’s voice instantly tensed. “I’ll go prepare it. President, did you hurt your stomach and intestines from drinking yesterday?”Calvin hooked the corner of his mouth, thinking—Without taking medicine, how else can I prove I was drunk and unconscious yesterday?“A little,” he replied.Kevin didn’t dare delay any longer and headed to the nearest pharmacy before the call even ended.Knock, knock.Calvin responded when he heard the knock at the door, “This is your house, no need to knock.”Adriana didn’t want to knock either, but she didn’t want to barge in and see something she shouldn’t.“I found the toothbrush. Do you want to brush your teeth?”Calvin said, “You don’t mind if I’m not wearing clothes? My assistant is a bit busy and won’t be able to come for a while, so I’ll wait inside.”Adriana thought this man should be more serious, not less. She’d never seen him so relaxed.“It’s okay. Brush
His sleepy eyes were soft, not the kind that had been open for long. A faint haze lingered over them, his long lashes veiling the usual sharpness in his gaze. As he lifted the edge of the quilt, the defined triangle of his shoulder blade muscles and the elegant curve of his collarbone came into view.Adriana quickly averted her eyes to the foot of the bed.“What’s that supposed to mean? Are you going to tell me now that you got drunk last night and don’t remember anything?”Calvin rubbed his brow and glanced down at his bare upper body. There was no need to look further—he already knew what the rest would reveal. Then, with a lazy smirk, he said, “You mean… we did something last night?”“No.” A flat, angry, and biting reply.Calvin looked faintly disappointed, then gave a bitter smile. “Since nothing happened, what are you angry about? Disappointed?”Adriana’s fingers clenched the corner of the quilt tightly. If her nails hadn’t been trimmed clean and round, she would’ve surely dug th
Not long ago, Calvin came out with wet hair, wrapped only in a blue and white bath towel. There was no bathrobe to change into—just that piece of fabric loosely tied around his waist, covering only the essentials, while revealing his well-defined chest and abs. Droplets of water rolled down his muscles, radiating an overwhelming sense of masculine allure.Adriana held her breath. Her nose nearly bled from the sight. She struggled to avert her gaze from the dazzling image in front of her and pointed to the sink.“Hair dryer…”She wasn’t sure whether Calvin didn’t hear her or simply didn’t plan to use it. Instead, he casually pulled off the towel and rubbed his short hair haphazardly, then walked toward the bedroom with a slightly unsteady gait.Adriana: “…”After washing up, Adriana realized a key issue as she stood in the living room in her pajamas—Calvin was sleeping in the bed.So where was she supposed to sleep?Her couch wasn't designed for sleeping. Unless she curled into a tight