GoodNovelChapter 1157 No, I Made the First Move "I am not afraid. The worst outcis that the company gets acquired by them. The Smith family has been running their film company very well over the years. Mr. Smith is very magnanimous and wouldn't make things difficult for the artists in my company." This was the worst outcome.
She looked at the drink in her hand and took another sip, "If the Smith family wants to deal withpersonally, I have nothing to fear. At most, it's just my life." Raymond poured her another glass and kindly reminded her, "The alcohol content is not high, but don't drink too much." "What brand is this wine? It's quite good, suits my taste." "If you want, I can have John send sto Ashbourne Manor." "Hmm, okay." She lazily slid down, picked up sfruit from the side, and fed a few pieces into her mouth.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtThis kind of fruit combined with this type of wine has a catalytic effect, making people get drunk quickly. Raymond held back his temper and counted; this was her fifth glass.
Selena only felt her cheeks getting hotter and her brows furrowed. She slightly propped up her body, trying to alleviate the heat. Raymond's hand reached over at this moment, gently massaging her shoulders.
Hot springs, fine wine, delicious food, and beauty-anyone would get drunk.
Selena had a moment of daze. She had admitted countless times before that Raymond's face was the most stunning she had ever seen.
In this dimly lit environment, he looked even more alluring, especially since his upper body was bare. The fingers gently pressing on her shoulders were a bit cool, forming a stark contrast with her rising temperature. Her gaze fell on his lips, which were very thin.
Confirming that she was somewhat drunk, Raymond continued to massage her while asking, "What do you think of Christopher?" Selena was in a daze, sometimes feeling dizzy, sometimes feeling very comfortable from his massage, her vigilance dropping to zero. "Your brother? Christopher? I heard Mr. William Montague mention him before, and Mr. Butler too. He seems quite outstanding." Selena's words showed she wasn't very familiar. Raymond's lips curved slightly as he slowly leaned closer, "Really? Your phone's lock screen password is his birthday?" Even though Selena was drunk, she felt wronged by his accusation.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm"My password has always been the same, just too lazy to change it." She turned over, her upper body slowly lying on the edge of the pool, completely relaxed.
"Selena, you don't like that Maanymore, do you?" When he asked this question, his fingertips paused, and his tone deepened.
Selena wanted to open her eyes but felt her eyelids were too heavy, "He's a bit off, might have spsychological issues." Raymond was thoroughly pleased, picked up a piece of fruit, and brought it to her lips, "Want more?" The fruit touched her lips, and she turned her head, "Nope." "Then should I continue massaging you?" "Okay." Raymond got into the water completely and started massaging her from the waist. Selena still felt something was off, but her mind was too dizzy to figure out what. Raymond's fingertips seemed to be electrified, pressing every spot just right.
It made her feel increasingly hot.
She really wanted to find something cool.
She turned around, wanting to sit by the poolside. It was too hot; she couldn't stay in the water any longer.
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