Chapter 433 Mr. King's Bewitchment: Chloe Obeys
"Hey, don't freak out, it's just me," the man said in a deep voice, the familiar sound instantly calming Chloe.
"Mr. King, what are you doing here?" Chloe asked, a bit annoyed as she steadied herself against the door frame. "You know you could scare someone to death, right?"
"I didn't get enough to eat."
"And what does that have to do with me?"
"You were hosting tonight. Isn't it bad manners if your guest leaves hungry?" Jonathan's voice carried a husky, seductive tone in the darkness.
Chloe, oblivious to the deeper meaning behind a man's "I didn't get enough to eat" in the middle of the night, completely missed the hint. Jonathan sighed inwardly and grabbed Chloe's hand.
"You left halfway through dinner to play hero, not my fault," Chloe grumbled, suddenly realizing how unreasonable Jonathan could be.
She didn't fully grasp the situation until he pressed her thumb against the fingerprint lock, the electronic lock clicked, and she found herself half-dragged, half-carried inside by Jonathan.
Wait, wasn't this her place? How did she end up so passive?
And shouldn't Jonathan be comforting the "panicked" Giselle right now?
Chloe was speechless. "What do you mean by this?"
Jonathan had been to Chloe's place many times before and was familiar with her living environment and habits. She didn't have a live-in maid, just a cleaning lady who came in the mornings. She rarely cooked, usually eating out or having meals delivered from partner hotels.
In the dark, he led her to the couch in the living room. "Sit down and wait a bit. The hotel will deliver some late-night snacks soon."
Chloe almost laughed in exasperation. "This is my house, you know."
She was even grateful she hadn't impulsively given him her door code during their physical relationship. Otherwise, coming home to find Jonathan sitting on her couch would be terrifying.
Was it just her imagination, or had Jonathan become clingy since they decided to part ways?
"A dinner meant to apologize, and the guest didn't get enough to eat. Your hospitality skills need work, Chloe," Jonathan said, leaning closer with a low chuckle.
In the dim light, their sense of touch seemed heightened. Jonathan's breath brushed against Chloe's face, making her hold her breath.
The way he said "Chloe" was filled with allure and affection. Chloe bit her lip, sitting there feeling a bit warm.
She fell silent again. Chloe's silence usually meant she was nervous and shy, something Jonathan had learned through their interactions.
Chloe's phone lay nearby, its flashlight still on.
In the faint light, they couldn't see each other's expressions clearly, but Jonathan felt like Chloe's eyes were glistening.
His throat tightened; he wanted to kiss her.
Jonathan tried to steady his breathing, pulling a cigarette from his pocket. As the lighter sparked, a small red dot appeared in the darkness.
Chloe sat quietly, turning her head slightly away.
"Here, take a puff," Jonathan offered the cigarette after taking a couple of drags.
"No," Chloe's voice was tight, squeezing out the refusal.
"Come on," Jonathan coaxed, taking another drag and holding the cigarette to Chloe's lips.
Chloe didn't move.
"Chloe, open your mouth," he whispered, his voice almost like a lover's murmur, making Chloe's heart tremble.
She thought she was immune, but her defenses crumbled quickly.
"Come on, Chloe," Jonathan urged, like an adult coaxing a child into mischief, leaning closer, his voice growing more intimate.
Chloe instinctively parted her lips, the damp filter touching them.
She took a puff and immediately coughed.
Jonathan chuckled, taking the cigarette back into his mouth.
"Good girl, Chloe," he said, genuinely moved.
What the hell was he doing? In the dark, was he crazy? Chloe fumed silently, her face burning.
The electronic devices in the room buzzed as the power came back on.
The sudden light caught Jonathan off guard, his eyes still fixed on Chloe. Their eyes met, and Chloe was startled.
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