Chương 3: Chapter 3
Nolan Harrington returned fifteen minutes later.
He didn't dare to look at me; after handing me what he'd bought, he quickly took the driver's seat and locked the car doors.
"I had someone deliver hot coffee to the house. Do you…want to drink it at home?"
Nolan Harrington's voice carried a cautious tone,
which I found somewhat amusing.
Nolan Harrington was famously known as a wealthy heir in Shangjing.
He was also Oscar Sterling's best friend.
Whenever I previously went out to eat with Oscar Sterling, Nolan Harrington would always be present.
At that time, he was cold towards me.
Especially when people around us teased Oscar and me to show affection, Nolan wouldn't even spare a glance.
Sometimes, he'd even mockingly scorn me.
So much so that everyone in our circle believed he disliked me.
It wasn't until later, on the day Oscar Sterling supposedly died in the car accident, that I received a video.
A video sent by Nolan Harrington.
In the video, Oscar Sterling smiled and said to someone:
"I can't accept having only Lucille as my woman after marriage.
I'll fake my death and enjoy myself for a few more years. You guys comfort her well, don't let her take it too hard."
But I didn't expect this fake death idea to also be Nolan Harrington's.
This man was rather cunning.
When we arrived at Nolan Harrington's villa, the moment my feet touched the ground, Nolan Harrington lifted me horizontally in his arms.
After going to the bathroom, Nolan Harrington placed me on the bed and handed me his phone to play games.
After drinking the hot beverage, he skillfully took off his clothes, lay beside me, and gently rubbed my belly.
The overhead lights, like a thin veil, softly draped across his abdominal muscles; each line seemed to tell an unknown story, tempting me to explore.
That's exactly what I thought, and that's exactly what I did.
Nolan Harrington's eyes darkened as he held down my restless hands.
"Behave yourself."
I didn't listen.
He grabbed the back of my head and pressed me down directly.
Three years were enough time for him to become thoroughly familiar with my body.
At the peak of passion, he grasped my hand,
his voice hoarse as he said:
"Help me—"
I'd known Nolan Harrington's endurance since the night I drunkenly slept with him long ago.
Only when my wrist had become unbearably sore did he finally finish.
Just as he was about to carry me to the bathroom to clean up, the phone beside the bed rang.
It was Nolan Harrington's phone.
I accidentally pressed against it, answering the call.
"Nolan, I'm planning an engagement party with Sylvie Lockhart to provoke Lucille. What do you think of this idea?
When Lucille saw me alive, she didn't even care enough to ask about my health. Instead, she's just jealous and upset, not even contacting me until now.
It seems after Three years apart, she's become bold.
I need to torment her a bit, let her experience the pain of losing me again. I have a plan; when the time comes, you…"
Oscar Sterling's voice came through the phone.
But before he finished, he abruptly stopped.
Because I couldn't help letting out a startled gasp.
Not because of Oscar Sterling's words, but because something had awakened again—
and it even moved a few times in my hand.
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