A little question mark spun on her forehead—why was she here, spending money to buy spring?

No way, this beautiful woman, could she really be that desperate? She looked to be about 26, not even at the age of a hungry wolf yet.

Chapter 8: The Tyrant Forces Himself

Emily Cooper was wearing a gray business suit today, her curvaceous figure accentuated to perfection. Her cheeks were as radiant as flowers, her brows exuding a soft, seductive charm. She gracefully lifted her bare arm, elegantly yet wantonly hanging her stylish glasses on her chest. Judging by the depth, it seemed even her bra was pierced through. Her already mature body, under the influence of alcohol, swayed with a seductive fragrance as she quietly walked toward the man by the bed.

Just as Brian Harris had expected, once she took off her glasses, she was truly a captivating little enchantress. Her soul-stealing eyes were already a bit moist, clearly aroused. Her long lashes trembled slightly, carrying a hint of grievance, as if blaming the man for being cold to her.

But Old Harris wasn’t being cold—he was completely dumbfounded, silently reciting a calming mantra taught by a certain bald guy: “I’m a married man, I’m a married man…”

Emily Cooper was fuming inside. Was she really so unworthy of a glance? Why was he closing his eyes? But the strong alcohol made the man’s face look hazy and indistinct. She was here to buy pleasure, after all. Although it was her first time in such a place and her face was burning with embarrassment, once she woke up, they’d go their separate ways. She wasn’t afraid of being recognized, and thinking about it made her bolder.

With the alcohol in full effect, she naturally snuggled up beside the man, her breath as fragrant as orchids as she exhaled softly by his ear. The mixed scent, like a long snake, slid along his ear straight into his heart: “What are you waiting for? Don’t like me?” There was already anger in her words.

How could Brian Harris withstand such provocation? After years of abstinence, a man like him was truly terrifying.

With a twist of his body, he roughly pressed Emily Cooper’s hot female form beneath him. Brian Harris thought to himself, you’re the one seducing me.

“You, why are you in such a hurry?” Emily Cooper half-heartedly pushed against his chest, her charming eyes watery as she glared at him. But with the alcohol clouding her mind, she could no longer ponder why the “famous shop’s famous duck” had such poor professionalism.

There was a rustling sound as clothes flew to the floor, followed by the sound of lips and saliva mingling. In the end, it was the woman who took control, meeting and demanding again and again. The man and woman were completely lost in this forbidden exercise…

Looking at the exhausted naked woman beside him, Brian Harris gave a wry smile and lit a cigarette, thinking that his little wife should be heading home by now. But, utterly spent, all he wanted was a good sleep, so he made two phone calls.

“Hello, Little Water Restaurant? Yes, this is Brian Harris. Just send two dishes today…”

“Hey, little wif—uh, Evelyn, I’m chatting at a friend’s place tonight, so I won’t be coming home. I’ve already ordered food for you, they’ll deliver it to the house soon, just pay them when they arrive.” Feeling guilty, he almost called his wife by her nickname, wiping the cold sweat from his forehead. “Don’t work too late, proper rest is important, make sure to take care of yourself.”

“Don’t call me Evelyn. Don’t you think it sounds weird coming from you?” But that last attempt at flattery immediately aroused Evelyn Bennett’s suspicion: “Where are you now? I’ve never heard you mention any friends in Fengyang.”

Her cold voice was devoid of emotion. Hmph, I’m your wife—can’t you speak properly?

Having just classified his earlier experience as an affair, Brian Harris felt even more guilty and tried to retreat by advancing: “You never care about my business, so it’s no wonder you don’t know. Heh, to tell you the truth, there’s a stunning beauty lying next to me right now, and of course I’m at a hotel. How about it, want to come take a look?”

“Who cares about you? Best if you never come back.” Hearing this, Evelyn Bennett was actually relieved. It wasn’t that she cared that much about Brian Harris, but as a traditionally conservative woman, her reputation was extremely important to her, and a bit of possessiveness played a part too. But if things really fell apart, she could just get a divorce—it would be his fault, and she’d have an explanation for her mother.

Now, Brian Harris finally had a chance to see the woman’s figure clearly in the dim light. She was indeed curvaceous and sexy, her bra still in place, two straps hanging from her smooth, fair shoulders down her jade-like arms. Her high, full cleavage was partly visible, and her purple lace panties were pushed aside on her plump thighs—messy, wanton…

Such a masterpiece was just Old Harris’s style. He didn’t like making love completely naked; half-covered, with a bit of decoration, was his favorite.

Feeling sentimental, he couldn’t help but compare the little enchantress to his little wife.

As for their figures, each had their own strengths—call it a tie.

In terms of looks, though he didn’t want to admit it, his little wife was much more beautiful. Even though the fox-like eyes gave the little enchantress extra points, there was still a gap.

As for personality, the two were like heaven and hell—completely opposite. One was cold and elegant, the other fiery and bold, each with their own charm, but both were the kind of personalities that gave him a headache.