Chapter 6: Is That Jealousy I Smell?
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Dora Ni checked her watch instinctively—only half-past seven. Usually, when he said he’d be home, it was never before nine. This time…
Curious, she peeked inside as she walked in. Sure enough, that tall, imposing figure leaned against the bar.
A bright smile bloomed on her face instantly. “Keith, you’re home!” She stepped forward, wrapping her arms around him—like a newlywed reunited after a short separation, or a loyal pet greeting its owner—nuzzling softly against his chest. Looking up, her eyes sparkled with docile warmth.
“Hmm.”
He lifted his warm palm to cup her neck, his rough thumb brushing her soft cheek before grazing her full lips, savoring their silkiness.
A playful glint danced in his eyes. “Did you miss me?”
Without hesitation, Dora didn’t put on airs. “Yes!”
Her eyes were brimming with smiles, yet a sharp twinge of sadness stirred in her heart. Even though she knew these were routine pleasantries, there seemed to be a hint of sincerity mixed in this time. Fluttering her long eyelashes, her delicate fingers teased the collar of his suit, then traced his chiseled jawline.
“It’s been ages. You look thinner than last time, Keith. Didn’t Luna Liu take good care of you?” Her voice was soft and coquettish, laced with feigned concern—and just the right hint of jealousy to stir him.
He knew she was acting, but Keith Fu’s smile reached his eyes in an instant. “Are you jealous?”
“Of course not. I’m just worried about you.” She chose her words carefully, putting on a “I’m truly caring” act. “Keith, you haven’t eaten, right? Wait for me—I’ll change clothes and cook for you right away!”
Without waiting for his response, Dora hurried upstairs. In less than five minutes, she’d changed from her work attire into loose loungewear—a T-shirt and shorts—and returned.
“Keith, what do you want to eat? How about your favorite beef curry?”
His gaze dipped, lingering on her slightly exposed shoulders and then her long, straight legs. Sliding his arm around her waist, Keith spun her around and pressed her against the bar, his voice low and husky. “I am indeed a little hungry.”
He captured her soft lips, his aggressive tongue sweeping in to ignite a fiery passion. Their kiss deepened by the bar, the air thick with longing, teetering on the edge of more—until a phone rang, dousing the tension like cold water.
“Hmm… the phone…” Dora’s words were muffled, her lips still clinging to his. Keith, clearly aroused, made no move at first, kissing her even harder until the interrupted ringtone sounded again. He finally reached for the phone, his brows furrowing slightly.
“Got it. I’ll talk about it when I get there… Be there in twenty minutes.”
The conversation was brief and vague, but Dora knew it was a woman calling. Looking up, Keith had already turned away.
“Something came up. I’ll be back late—and then I’ll teach you a lesson properly.”
Dora stood up straight, smiling as she straightened his collar and tie, ignoring her own disheveled clothes.
“After a good meal and drink, will you still remember to come back, Mr. Fu?”
Bending down, he nipped her earlobe lightly, his breath warm against her skin. “Without a full stomach, how can I have the strength to teach you a lesson? Be good.”
He patted her buttocks lightly, then walked toward the door—swift and silent, returning to his usual cold, solitary self in an instant.
Behind him, the smile on Dora’s lips faded, her eyes dimming with a flicker of sorrow she quickly masked.
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