Wildly Seductive Man

Giant claw machine

The small bump under the blanket made some soft noises, turned over, and then went still.

Asher Knight walked over to the small bump, standing at the edge of the bed. He saw the girl’s peaceful sleeping face, with thick, long, and curled eyelashes, looking like a delicate doll.

"I thought you were awake and wanted to tell you something…"

He bent down and sat beside her, watching her deeply asleep face.

"Looks like you were exhausted last night."

He was the one who exerted himself, and he didn’t feel tired at all, but she seemed completely worn out.

Asher Knight gazed at her with a lazy smile, his voice drawn out: "You’re quite weak, little girl."

He watched Grace Whitmore sleeping for a while. Even though she looked obedient and cute while asleep, he couldn’t resist reaching out to pat her head.

The small bump remained motionless.

He then pinched her face, his knuckles pressing her rosy lips into a pout.

The small bump still didn’t move.

Asher Knight chuckled softly: "You can really sleep."

He leaned closer to her, his cheek brushing against her face, his lips almost touching hers: "Sleeping so deeply, how about I sell you and count the money?"

There was a knock on the door. Asher Knight stood up and walked towards it.

Opening the door revealed his assistant and bodyguard, Henry: "Boss, you have a board meeting scheduled for this morning."

Last night, while Asher Knight was inside the room, passionately kissing the beauty in his arms, Henry had been standing outside in the cold, holding the door for him.

As a competent assistant, Henry made an effort to keep his eyes straight ahead, avoiding looking inside the room.

However, when the door opened, Henry noticed an unusual scent.

It wasn’t the refreshing and pleasant sandalwood aroma of the boss, but rather a sweet, feminine perfume.

Henry had worked with Asher Knight for many years and had never seen a woman around the boss before.

But last night, he had seen with his own eyes the boss carrying a drunk young woman into the hotel.

To be precise, the young woman had clung tightly to his neck, hanging onto him with a flushed face, playfully pouting and asking for kisses.

Moreover, the girl bore a strong resemblance to the boss's nephew’s girlfriend.

Henry quickly dismissed this thought —how could the boss be involved with his nephew’s girlfriend? That was simply impossible!

The girl must not be the boss's nephew’s girlfriend; she merely looked like her.

Asher Knight glanced at Grace Whitmore, noting that she was sleeping so soundly that she probably wouldn’t wake up soon.

Perfect. He could attend the board meeting.

Asher Knight’s gaze swept over Henry, and he didn’t leave immediately: "I have one more thing to do."

Closing the door, Asher Knight walked to the bedside table and his eyes fell on Grace Whitmore’s phone.

"To prevent you from avoiding responsibility later, I think it’s necessary to add a contact method."

"A gentleman consults the other party before doing anything,"Asher Knight said, looking at the sleeping Grace Whitmore: "So, do you agree that I open your phone and add a contact?"

Just then, the sleeping girl mumbled a soft "Hmm."

Asher Knight raised an eyebrow: "You agreed."

He continued, "I’m truly a gentleman."

He took Grace Whitmore’s finger and placed it on the fingerprint sensor, successfully unlocking the phone.

Asher Knight opened Grace Whitmore’s social media and sent a friend request to himself.

He then opened his own social media and accepted her friend request.

At the same time, Asher Knight saw Grace Whitmore’s only pinned contact: Ethan Cole.

Fans referred to Ethan Cole as the embodiment of purity and grace, symbolizing beauty and good fortune.

Asher Knight smirked derisively: "A white dove? Hmph—just a sparrow."

He quickly unpinned Ethan Cole and set himself as the pinned contact.

Now, Grace Whitmore’s only pinned contact was him, Asher Knight!

After completing all of this, Asher Knight's lips curved into a pleased smile.

He took out a sticky note and wrote a line on it with a pen he carried.

After writing, he slapped the sticky note on Grace Whitmore’s forehead!

Placed in such a conspicuous spot, it would be hard for her not to notice it.

With that done, Asher Knight turned and left.

When the door to the presidential suite opened, Henry saw Asher Knight in his black suit. Even though Henry had been by Asher Knight’s side for many years, he still found himself amazed every time he saw his face.

Although esthetics are highly subjective, Asher Knight’s appearance could dominate both objective and subjective judgments.

Henry always knew his boss was good-looking, but today, the boss looked even more dazzling.

At this moment, the boss’s eyes and brows were full of charm, and he looked like a sculpture —so handsome!

While Henry was mesmerized by his boss's beauty, Asher Knight cast him a sideways glance, his eyes stern.

"What’s with the constant staring?"

Henry quickly looked down, not daring to say, "Boss, you look really handsome." Complimenting another guy could easily be misinterpreted.

Henry shifted his gaze, not daring to look again.

Unexpectedly, Asher Knight spoke: "Look up at me."

Henry: "?"

Asher Knight: "Do you see anything unusual on my face?"

Henry looked up at Asher Knight, scrutinizing his face carefully.

Asher Knight: "Do you see the wound on my lip?"

Henry: "Yes."

Asher Knight’s right lip was cracked, and the crimson of his thin lips was accentuated by the blood scab at the corner of his mouth.

Last night, while kissing Grace Whitmore repeatedly, Grace had almost been kissed to death!

Unable to bear it any longer, Grace had bitten his lip, her sharp little canine teeth breaking the corner of his right lip.

Asher Knight pointed at his damaged lip, proudly telling Henry: "My lip was bitten by her."

Henry looked bewildered. Was the boss bragging about having his lip bitten?

The boss seemed quite happy about his bitten lip?

After showing off, Asher Knight turned around with a charming smile and happily walked away.

He was going to meet Grace Whitmore’s brother, North Whitmore.

And his nephew, Ethan Cole.

In the presidential suite:

Grace Whitmore woke up naturally and opened her eyes to see her phone glowing with an incoming call.

It was her best friend and manager, Zoe: "Babe, have you seen today’s news?"

Grace Whitmore felt weak and hoarse: "No."

Zoe yelled: "Your top-tier boyfriend, Ethan Cole, has officially announced his relationship with new star Nina Clarke!"

"Ethan Cole is dating you but announces to the world that Nina Clarke is his girlfriend. That jerk! What a scumbag!"

"Dog s**t buried in the ground can still nourish flowers, but a scumbag like this only harms flowers, worse than dog s**t!"

"Ethan Cole, that big scumbag! Trash! Disgusting!"

Grace Whitmore’s dazed mind was jolted awake. Sure enough, Ethan Cole had officially announced his relationship with Nina Clarke.

Grace Whitmore had met Ethan Cole when they were seventeen.

In New York, Grace Whitmore was caught in a gunpoint robbery. When the robber shot at her, Ethan Cole took the bullet for her.

So, the boy who took a bullet for her, the boy who protected her with his life, has changed, hasn’t he?

Grace Whitmore felt as if her chest was pierced by a thousand needles, the pain so intense that she felt like a drowning victim sinking to the bottom of the sea, struggling to breathe.

Suddenly, a warm-toned pink sticky note fell from her forehead, drifting gently into her tear-streaked palm.

Grace Whitmore's sorrow was interrupted.

How infuriating, who would put a sticky note on a girl’s forehead!

The elegant and strong handwriting caught her eye.

[The world is like a giant claw machine, and there are people on the other side of the glass who only want you.]

Grace Whitmore’s aching heart skipped a beat.

Scenes from last night flashed through her mind: the man’s solid chest, the scorching warmth, the tight embrace, the husky breath as he coaxed her to open her mouth…