Chapter 9

Chapter 9

After that day, I felt like Adrian had become a completely different person.

Before, he was like a rebellious kid—always trying to annoy me, always saying something to get under my skin. It was like he couldn’t be happy unless he made me mad. Three out of every three and a half sentences he said were meant to irritate me.

It was just because I’d accidentally pulled down his pants when we were kids and seen everything! He’d held a grudge all these years.

Every time a guy sent me a love letter, he’d go scare them off. Every time I broke up with someone, he’d laugh like he’d won the lottery. After a while, I started to think that every time I got into a relationship, it ended because he’d jinxed it.

But now? He could cook, he could clean—he was the perfect man.

In the morning, he’d gently wake me up. He’d have his assistant send over breakfast and lunch. If we didn’t go out for dinner, he’d cook for me himself.

They say men look the most attractive when they’re working.

Now I finally understood—those words were true.

Every time I watched Adrian busy himself in the kitchen, my eyes would stick to him.

He’d carefully sort each ingredient, then add them to the pan in order. As the heat rose, he’d stir-fry them skillfully. Every dish he made looked and tasted amazing—making my mouth water.

Sometimes I’d help him. I’d call it “helping,” but really, I just wanted to stay close to him.

My favorite thing was to hug his slim waist from behind, pressing my face against his broad back, feeling his warm body.

Occasionally, Adrian would worry and ask me to leave.

“Anna, go wait outside. I’m afraid the oil will splash you…”

“No…”

I’d act coquettishly, and he’d always give in. This time was no different.

“You’re such a little temptation… I can’t say no to you.”

Adrian pinched my nose, his voice full of affection.

Sometimes, I’d get mischievous and tease him.

I’d slide my hand under his shirt, gently touching his well-defined abs.

I’d grin and speak in a soft, teasing tone. “Adrian Foster, your abs feel so good～”

“Brother, you have such a great body… I love it～”

Adrian’s eyes darkened with desire. He’d put down what he was doing, turn around, and give me a deep, meaningful smile. He’d lift my chin with his finger, lean in, and whisper in my ear—his voice hoarse and seductive.

“Anna… Later, even if you cry and beg me to stop…”

“I’ll only get more excited… Hehe…”

I’d tremble a little, my cheeks turning red like ripe fruit—waiting for him to take me.

Adrian couldn’t resist me when I looked like that. He’d lower his head and kiss my soft, red lips—eager and possessive…

Afterwards, I’d whine about being sore, and Adrian would massage me patiently.

“I have to say—your massage skills are pretty good…”

“Only you get this treatment…” Adrian smiled, full of affection.