บททั้งหมดของ The Richest Man in Metropolis is My Backer!: บทที่ 391 - บทที่ 400

Soren hugged me tightly and kissed my forehead, his restraint evident.I could tell he was trying to control how much he missed me with all these people around. I felt the same way, too.I wished we didn't have to eat. I just wanted to return to the hotel and do something adults would understand.But with our tagalongs, I had to suppress that impulse as well.During the meal, Soren remarked, "Ugh, the food isn't as good as your cooking. It's so mediocre."He had been complaining nonstop since he started eating. He just wasn't used to foreign cuisine.It reminded me of what my coworkers did whenever they had to travel abroad.I chuckled. "Some of my colleagues bring instant noodles with them.""Did you do that?" Soren asked."No. I don't really care about food. As long as I'm fed, I'm content."I'd gotten used to the neglect in the Jones family. All I ever ate was leftovers, or sometimes nothing at all. I was never given a choice.To me, even though foreign cuisine wasn't wha

"Where else could I be staying?" Soren asked sweetly, winking. "You don't want me here?"My face flushed. I turned away from him. "I don't care! You can sleep in the barn, and I wouldn't give a damn!"He followed me and grabbed my hand. "I'd sleep on the street if it meant I could have you next to me.""I'm not doing that with you!" I protested, trying to pull my hand free.He pressed closer, wrapping his arms around my waist.We were so close I could smell pine forest and musk, a strong scent of male pheromones that would have made any woman blush.Suddenly, I couldn't summon my usual indignation. It dawned on me just what kind of person he really was.Soren was the type who hid his strength and assertiveness behind the skin of a soft-spoken gentleman. Even the smallest hint of that other side of him was enough to make you cower.At that moment, rejecting him seemed unthinkable.His arm was firmly—forcefully—around my waist, and I felt like my whole life was caught in his gri

Hearing Soren say it would happen "sooner or later" only made me more anxious. Did he mean sooner... or later?While my mind was still racing, he had already brought me to the presidential suite. The place was lavish and expansive, complete with a personal butler.I snapped out of my spiraling thoughts. "Which room am I sleeping in?""The master bedroom," he said, pointing.I gathered my clothes and stepped inside. The king-sized bed caught my eye, and a sudden realization hit me. "Wait, if I'm sleeping here... then you—"He followed me into the room and closed the door behind him with a soft thud, using his back. "I'm sleeping here as well."I stared into his smiling eyes, stunned. "B-But t-then...""We're just going to sleep in the same bed. Relax," he said in a low, teasing voice. "Or... were you hoping for something more?"I froze, baffled and jittery. I had a feeling I knew what he meant, and it was sending me into a quiet panic."No! I don't want anything 'more' to happe

The bouquet remained in front of me, unmoving, as if it would never budge unless I took it.Soren stared at Edward, his gaze dark. With a tilt of his head, he signaled to Sean.Sean understood and stepped forward to retrieve the flowers. But Edward dodged him."Come on, Tay. I'm here, choosing to overlook the fact that you played a part in my family's suffering because I genuinely wish you well. So why can't you accept a simple gesture of kindness from me?" he said.Plenty of people around us knew who we were, including the aforementioned fashion titans. Some journalists and media personnel still lingered nearby.I could tell Edward had timed this perfectly to pull off yet another stunt. If I didn't handle it well, it could easily turn into the next viral story.I finally accepted the bouquet and handed it to Sean. "Thanks for the flowers, but if you've got a whole speech prepared, save it. And for the record, the only reason this brand is still called the 'Edwardian Tailor' is t

I bade them farewell and headed out of the corridor.That was when I felt a sharp clap on my shoulder. I turned and stared directly at his face, a blotchy red flag of rage.A bad feeling washed over me. "Edward! Why are y—"Before I could finish, he stepped forward and covered my mouth—not with his hand, but with a handkerchief.A rush of thoughts surged through me: Drugs to knock me out! A rape attempt! Murder!My hatred for Edward had festered to the point where only the most uncharitable, malicious ideas came to mind. They felt right, somehow.Within seconds, everything turned dark. -I opened my eyes.Darkness surrounded me.Where was I?I tried to move, only to realize my limbs were bound."You're up already? That's sooner than I thought."I recognized that voice, and that was enough to make my skin crawl and my hair stand on end. It was right beside me.Had he been there the entire time I was unconscious? Had he done something to me as some twisted form of revenge?