“Grace Martinez, I brought the contract, it’s in my backpack.”

“No rush, let’s go to Grace Martinez’s place and sit for a while first.”

“Does Grace Martinez live in Jinde Garden?”

“Yeah.” Brian Carter had originally thought that Olivia Martinez just had something to do in this area, and didn’t expect that she actually lived here.

Just like that, Brian Carter muddle-headedly followed behind Olivia Martinez to Olivia Martinez’s home.

Fourth floor, a one-bedroom economical apartment, exquisitely decorated. The most eye-catching thing was the large wine rack facing the door, filled with all kinds of red wine.

“Grace Martinez, do you especially like purple?”

“Yeah, Grace Martinez does like purple a lot, and violet is Grace Martinez’s favorite flower, so both Grace Martinez’s home and office are mainly decorated in purple.” As Olivia Martinez spoke, she took a can of Sprite from the fridge for Brian Carter, while she herself took a bottle of red wine from the wine rack and poured it into a goblet.

“I once read a psychology book that said the colors people like are related to their personalities, and this field is called personality colorology.”

“Oh? Tell me about it.” Olivia Martinez crossed her legs, gently swirling the goblet in her hand.

“Red is the color of fire, bright and eye-catching, so people who prefer red are lively, passionate, bold, and outgoing. But their shortcomings are also obvious—they tend to let emotions override reason, which is what we call being emotional.”

“Those who prefer green are steady, rigorous, serious, resilient, and methodical. But the downside is being too cautious and too conservative.”

“Next is yellow. Like red, yellow is a bright color, but not as dazzling as fiery red. People who like yellow are optimists, straightforward, sociable, and have strong social skills. The downside is they’re easily too trusting.”

“Speaking of yellow, we have to mention blue. Blue is the color of the sky and the sea, and both the sea and sky have something in common: vastness. People who prefer blue are broad-minded, able to forgive friends or colleagues for mistakes, but their way of handling things is rather average, and the downside is a lack of creativity.”

“Black and white are opposite cases. White is pure, clear-cut, likes to express themselves, enjoys being with friends, and loves cleanliness, but can be prone to obsession with cleanliness. Black is the other type, likes to keep everything inside, prefers being alone, and wants their own independent space.” After talking so much, my mouth was a bit dry, so I took a sip of Sprite. Looking up, I saw that Olivia Martinez’s lips still had traces of red wine, and under the dim light, her red lips looked crystal clear and especially tempting to bite.

“Xiao Chen, why are you staring at Grace Martinez’s face? Is there something on Grace Martinez’s face?”

“Ah, no.” If it were an ordinary fourteen-year-old boy, being caught in this situation would make him blush furiously, but Brian Carter’s mind was that of a man in his thirties, and even so, being questioned by Olivia Martinez still made him blush.

“No, nothing.”

“Want a drink?” Olivia Martinez raised her goblet.

Before Brian Carter could answer, Olivia Martinez’s slightly drawn-out voice came: “Want a drink? Not giving you any. Kids should drink Sprite.” With that, she tilted her head back and finished the red wine in her glass.

“Xiao Chen, what kind of personality does the purple that Grace Martinez likes represent? You haven’t said yet.”

“Purple is similar to black, but it’s much more mysterious. People who prefer purple don’t show their emotions on their faces, keep all their thoughts inside, making them hard to read. They’re elegant, mysterious, give off a cold and proud impression, and are very good at suppressing their emotions. But being too good at suppressing emotions is also a flaw—even if they have to swallow broken teeth, they’ll keep it to themselves and never let it out.”

“Then, Xiao Chen, do you think Grace Martinez is the kind of person who would swallow broken teeth rather than spit them out?” Olivia Martinez leaned forward, her body moving closer to Brian Carter.

Her pretty face was less than half a finger’s width away.

This is deadly, Brian Carter thought. Grace Martinez must be drunk, otherwise, with Grace Martinez’s personality, she’d never do something like this—it’s completely the opposite of her usual cold demeanor.

He didn’t know where to look. Looking down, Olivia Martinez was leaning forward, and her chest was right there in plain sight—this was blatant temptation. Looking up, their eyes would meet, and Olivia Martinez’s eyes were like peach blossoms, glistening as if they could drip water. Meeting her gaze was just too much!

Up or down? In the end, Brian Carter struggled internally and made a difficult decision: down.

His eyes dropped, and he was instantly transfixed—her chest was a dazzling expanse, with a deep, endless cleavage!

“Uh…” Olivia Martinez suddenly hiccuped, the scent of wine drifting into Brian Carter’s nose. Her body swayed, and her nose bumped right into Brian Carter’s.

“Grace Martinez, careful.” Since Olivia Martinez was leaning forward, Brian Carter reached out to steady her waist, and her ample chest naturally pressed against his wrist.

His first intimate contact with the beautiful chief editor Olivia Martinez!!

Chapter 6 The Book Is About to Be Published

“Grace Martinez, are you okay?”

“I’m fine.” Olivia Martinez straightened up, swaying, and finally collapsed onto the sofa.

“Grace Martinez, be careful.”