Perfectly Flirty Mr. Forester のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 151 - チャプター 160

Jenna closed her eyes and drifted off to sleep. In another room downstairs, Kevin read Jenna's message and fidgeted against the edges of his phone. At last, he got up and grabbed the passport on the table before heading out. While sleeping, she vaguely felt the warmth of someone’s fingers against her skin and taking off her clothes. She could smell the lovely faint scent of cologne that made her giddy. With her eyes still closed, she blindly grabbed the air and caught the edges of a shirt. She held onto it tightly and leaned toward it. The man swiftly took her into his arms and put his hands on hers to calm her restlessness. He spoke in a deep voice. “Once upon a time, there was a little girl beloved by everyone. She loved a little red cap made of velvet given to her by her grandmother, and so everyone called her Little Red Riding Hood…” Jenna listened, still drowsy with sleep. She had lost interest in fairy tales when she was ten years old. However, the deep and so

Jenna returned to the bedroom, where she brushed her teeth and washed her face before laying on the bed. She remembered the fairy tale she heard when she slept and decided to look it up online. About an hour later, Quinn entered the bedroom. When he stepped out of the shower, Jenna showed him the phone display. [Were you telling me a fairy tale when you helped me change?] Quinn stopped drying his hair and said, “Are you a kid that needs to be pampered?” Jenna darted a suspicious look at the man. While withdrawing her phone, she considered that Quinn was not the kind who would tell fairy tales to lull someone to sleep. Besides, the version of Little Red Riding Hood she heard was far too violent and was more likely to inspire nightmares. Quinn seemed to have no work to deal with. After drying his hair, he lifted the blanket and climbed into the bed. The bed was large enough to fit five people. Jenna lay on the other side of the bed and put a barrier of pillows in

The manager glanced at Jenna’s fingers before telling her, “Wait a minute. Let me get some lubricant for you.” All this time, all she needed was some lubricant to remove it? She was delighted knowing that she would be able to take off the ring soon. When the manager returned with the tools, she immediately sat up straight on the couch. The manager smeared the lubricant all over her ring finger and into the gap between the ring and her finger. He tried for a long time until Jenna’s fingers was red from the friction but still could not take it off. "I'm sorry, Mrs. Forester, but the wedding ring fits your finger a little too well," the manager expressed helplessly. Jenna wanted to tell him that she was not Mrs. Forester, but she could not utter a sound. She could not get her phone out to type either so all she could do was to glare hatefully at the wedding ring. Perfect fit, he says? It did not hurt when she was wearing it but it was impossible to take off! When Quin

Quinn glanced at the rock candy behind the glass counter and said in a low voice, “Let me get the candied strawberry.” “Alright.” The vendor immediately grabbed the candied strawberry and put it in a bag for Quinn. “Even if your wife can’t eat it, at least let her have a bite to get a taste of the sweetness.” "Thank you." Quinn set a hundred-dollar bill on the counter and walked away with the rock candy. “Hold up sir, let me get your change…” "No need.” The vendor was overjoyed to get a hundred dollars for a single stick of rock candy. After putting the money into the drawer, he poked his head out again to look at the man who was walking away. He frowned and mumbled to himself, “Is it just me or does he look familiar? I must have seen him somewhere..." Jenna looked at her slippers as she walked. It was a sandal with a circle of black floral adornment attached to its top. The soles were soft and cushiony so it was very comfortable to walk around in. She kicked it

The man who was speaking to Jenna approached and gaped at Quinn with his eyes wide open. "You're amazing! I am the champion of our state’s spicy food competition but I can’t even handle one bite of this Devil’s Spicy Noodle. You’re already on your second bite…” Jenna had only intentionally lured Quinn into the store to put him in a tough situation. Upon hearing what the challenger said, she sat up straight from the chair. Quinn was not a picky eater, but he was not very trained with spicy food either. The challenger claimed that he was the champion at eating spicy food but even he could not handle a second bite of the Devil’s Spicy Noodle. How did Quinn… A thin layer of sweat was forming on his forehead and his neck was slightly reddening. The spiciness was getting to him but he refused to let it show. Something suddenly came over Jenna and she reached forward to take his fork away. Quinn held onto the fork tightly. He coughed before insisting. "I'm almost done, it’s not