Chapter 40 Passionate Kiss

She asked eagerly, "Did I look better yesterday or today?"
Harold chuckled, his gaze lingering on her face, "A bit more simplicity makes you even more beautiful."
The manager knocked on the door and entered, carrying a bottle of red wine and placing two tall glasses on the round table. He said respectfully, "Mr. Edwards, this is a little something from our boss."
He was just about to open the bottle and pour the wine when Harold stopped him, "Just a simple meal. Take it back"
The manager hesitated, standing in place, his expression showing his dilemma, glancing at Maggie every now and then.
She was busy picking out the delicate bones of the smelt fish, the delicacy carried a taste of home, which she preferred.
Harold lit a cigarette, his face serious, "Are you planning on joining us?"
The manager panicked, "No, no, I won't disturb you."
During the meal, Maggie went to the restroom and the manager appeared as if out of thin air, handing her a VIP card, "This is a gift from our boss. From now on, when you entertain your friends at the Golden Trade Center, you won't have to wait in line for a seat."
Maggie was cautious and firmly declined.
The manager stopped her, insisting on giving it to her, "If you don't accept it, I'll have a hard time explaining to the boss."
"If Mr. Edwards doesn't have one, then give this to him first." Maggie pushed the door, "If you feel embarrassed, I can ask him for you."
This kind of private gift was a subtle attempt to win over Harold, but since it couldn't be openly displayed, the manager didn't follow up, understanding that she was being difficult and stubborn.
After leaving the Golden Trade Center, the two of them walked into the indoor parking lot, one in front and one behind.
Harold was on the phone the whole way, walking with steady steps. Maggie followed behind him, his figure straight and tall, his dark brown overcoat reaching his knees. His neatly trimmed hairline was intertwined with the light, revealing his elegance and charm.
Maggie's heart beat faster. Men like him, with such a high level of maturity and concentration, had a profound impact on women.
When he finished his call and sat in the car, Maggie turned on the headlights, "Let's not choose places like that in the future."
As the car left the parking lot, Harold asked casually, "You don't like the dishes?"
Maggie wanted to say yes, but after finishing the plate of Spanish grilled meat all by herself, she considered her words, "It's too ostentatious. Like last time, finding a small shop on the street where no one knows anyone would be better."
"Are you afraid of gossip?" he asked.
She explained more bluntly, "The manager gave me something privately. What if it has a negative impact on you..."
The car turned a corner and stopped at a spacious intersection, waiting for the traffic light. Harold reminisced, "He wouldn't dare."
Maggie was thoughtful and considerate, with a genuine concern for others. It was endearing, and Harold took hold of her waist and brought it over, "Don't think too much."
Maggie wore a lipstick, making her lips glossy and close, exuding a fragrant cola scent. The man's lips pressed against hers, filling her mouth with a rich and thick smoky flavor, which was intensely invasive. Maggie was surprised, allowing him to open her teeth. Their tongues tangled and wrestled, mercilessly exploring her palate, running along the ridge beneath her tongue and delving into her narrow and tight throat.
Their passionate kiss was sticky, salty, and wet, making a smacking sound.
Her whole body was burning, with sweat pouring down her forehead. Her body was too sensitive, and a few drops of moisture leaked between her legs. She wanted to tighten her legs, but the man moved faster. His hand slipped into the slit of her dress, grinding against her private area through her stockings and panties.
His nose pressed against her neck, emitting a hot breath, which burned her.
"You're getting wet so quick."
Maggie's ears turned bright red as she pushed him with all her strength, but he stood firm like a solid wall and didn't budge. She exclaimed, "The light turned green."
Harold let go of her and composed his unstable breath. "Where do you want to go?"
"My home." Maggie's breathing was rapid as she adjusted her skirt. "I want my bed."
He exposed her lie without mercy. "You only rented the house half a month ago."
She blinked nervously. "I want my bedding set."
She was a bit clever, but it was mixed with a sense of naivety. The man laughed. "When are you planning to move?"
"I'm considering it."
The car was parked on Skyline Parkway, and he didn't unlock it and let her go.
Harold had a good memory and natural talent, which provided him with a lot of support in his position. In major events or meetings, he often only accompanied the main officials and didn't attract much attention. But for those he had met even once, he would roughly remember them after two or three months.
He had seen Matt from a distance at The Grand Club, and at this moment, Matt stood under a street lamp with his hands in his pockets, staring up at the dark window on the sixth floor.
He wasn't alone, as his assistant ran out from the apartment building. "Mr. Williams, I knocked on the door for ten minutes, but no one answered. Either Madam isn't home, or she's hiding and doesn't dare to come out and see you."
"That bitch got me locked up in the police station for seven days!" He clenched his teeth, his face turning unsightly. "Keep an eye on her, and I'll come back another day."
Both of them spoke loud. Maggie lifted the car window to look at him. Her body was tense and her fists clenched, like a sword hanging in the balance.
She didn't hate Matt so much. On the scale of emotions, hatred corresponded to love. Maggie was just starting to feel exhausted by him, seeing him like a stubborn and lingering evil spirit.
Harold's deep eyes emitted a heavy gaze. He started the car and turned away from this street.