All Chapters of The Rising Temperature between Me and My “Step-brother”: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Only Wendy knew that if Asher left the party now, he wouldn't find her at home.Wendy: [I'm studying.]Wendy: [Who promised not to disturb me?]Asher: [You're right, but I didn't expect to miss you this much.]Was it her fault?Wendy's heart fluttered. Without thinking, she turned off her phone screen—she needed a moment to collect herself.The black screen faintly reflected her face: flushed cheeks, lips bitten to suppress a growing smile, eyes sparkling—the very picture of a girl lost in love's sweetness.Asher: [Wish you were here. I'm dying of boredom.]Wendy glanced at the man on the couch. Even surrounded by Dustin, Neil, and all his teammates, even with people lining up for photos and drinks, his loneliness wasn't an act.He didn't know she was watching. No reason to pretend.Seeing it herself, she knew he meant every word.Wendy: [Party looks lively to me. How's it boring?]Wendy: [Su

Just before entering the garage, Sam suddenly called out to Wendy."Wendy, wait a second. Don’t get out yet—I need to talk to you."Wendy looked up at Sam in panic. "What’s wrong?"As she spoke, she glanced at Asher as if pleading for help, but since Sam had only asked her to stay, Asher could do nothing but wait to hear why Sam wanted to speak with her."Wendy, come sit up front."Like a guilty child, Wendy’s feet felt leaden as she stepped out of the car.The guilt and sweetness that had blurred together in her heart moments earlier now dissolved into overwhelming worry, fear, and regret.Had they been discovered? If Dad found out about her and Asher... he’d be so disappointed. Had she failed him?"Wendy, did you send Mid-Autumn Festival [a Chinese holiday] greetings to our relatives back home these past two days?" Sam began casually."Yes, I sent them yesterday."With the time difference, she’d taken care of it the night before."Here’s the thing. Simone told me tonight that Edward

The night grew deeper, and Asher reluctantly released Wendy, whose body had gone soft from their kisses."Wanna do it?"Wendy looked up. "I don’t want to."Her emotions had been up and down these past few days, her nerves stretched thin. She was exhausted—all she wanted was a good night’s sleep."Alright, goodnight," Asher murmured, gently stroking Wendy’s back."You go shower first."Later, as Wendy lay in bed, she heard Asher’s footsteps in the hallway. He had finished showering—time to sleep.She closed her eyes, her body weary, but her mind stubbornly awake.A few minutes later, Wendy got out of bed and knocked on the door across from hers.The man who answered was shirtless. Wendy lowered her gaze, avoiding the censored "beautiful temptation" before her."I want to sleep with you… but just sleep," she said.No sooner had the words left her mouth than she was s

As the car passed the hotel hosting the team's banquet after the red light, Wendy gazed out the window, her mind racing—what if...Then she stiffened at the scene across the street. Under the hotel's portico, Asher, Simone, and the others were preparing to leave.Both Asher and Edward had driven, so logically Simone should have ridden with Asher while Edward returned alone. But a slender girl in pure white stood beside Asher—a beautiful blonde with long straight hair, perhaps a year or two younger than Wendy—clinging to his arm and twisting petulantly as if refusing to leave.The group appeared to be negotiating. Asher remained expressionless, coolly stuffing his hands in his pockets, yet made no move to shake her off.Wendy couldn't bear to watch further, her heart pounding. She didn't doubt Asher, but who was this girl attending the team's parents' banquet? Could Edward be trying to matchmake?Simone had once asked Asher at home

Zara stared at Wendy in awe, suddenly filled with admiration. Where had this girl come from? Was she even human?That peninsula question—Zara hadn’t even understood it, yet Wendy had already answered correctly.Zara wasn’t one of the smart students, but that had never affected her popularity. Girls copied her fashion, and boys bragged about talking to her.She usually hated bookish nerds at school, but watching Wendy calmly solve one difficult problem after another, she had to admit—she was impressed.The next challenge involved math problems. When the question panel appeared, Zara felt inexplicably irritated just seeing the numbers.Yet Wendy, as always, quickly provided the correct answer."Wow! You’re incredible!"Hearing a familiar voice from the stands, Wendy turned to see the speaker.Zara?!Why was she gazing at her with such worship?And was that look too intense? Wendy got go