Chapter 349 Keep Acting
Juliet was itching to leave the private room.
A waiter stopped in front of her with a tray holding a pricey bottle of wine.
He gave her a questioning look. "Who are you looking for?"
Juliet slipped some cash into his collar and whispered, "I'll take it in. You go do your thing."
The waiter, though suspicious, handed her the wine and left. This wasn't unusual in bars.
Juliet straightened herself up, checked everything was in order, and pushed open the door.
The room was dim, with soft purple lights creating a romantic vibe.
Perfect atmosphere.
She spotted Myron's legs on the sofa. Though she couldn't see his face, she figured he must be captivated by her.
Juliet stayed silent. Sometimes, words ruined the moment.
She walked to the coffee table in front of Myron, gracefully kneeling on the mat for pouring wine.
She opened the bottle and poured it slowly into a fancy glass, leaning forward to show off her cleavage.
After all that, she expected a reaction from Myron, but he didn't move.
Growing impatient, she picked up the glass and smiled as she got closer.
But Myron was asleep.
'Is he drunk?' she thought.
He was slumped on the sofa, eyes closed, missing Juliet's whole act.
Juliet felt a mix of disappointment and excitement. If he were drunk, her job would be easier.
She gently put down the glass, took out her phone, and switched to selfie mode.
She planned to take some intimate photos with Myron and send them to Luann to provoke her.
But just as she raised her phone, two feet away from Myron, a cold, stern voice exploded in her ear!
"Go away!"
Juliet's hand shook, but she forced a bright smile.
She put away her phone and said coyly, "Why so fierce? I'm scared. My heart's racing. Want to feel it and see if I'm lying?"
Her words were direct.
Myron finally looked at her, his gaze emotionless.
His eyes were intense, like a stormy sea. His chiseled features were icy, with a hint of frost.
Juliet swallowed. This man was both terrifying and alluring.
"Mr. Curtis, why are you here alone? Feeling lonely? Let me keep you company."
As she spoke, she reached out to touch his hand.
But before she could touch him, Myron said, "Do you want to end up in the emergency room like Ally?"
Juliet fell silent.
She thought, 'That day, Myron was agressive, showing no mercy to Ally.'
But Ally faced such retribution because she had offended Luann.
'As long as I don't target Luann, Myron probably won't harm me.'
"I know you have a soft spot for women. You'll treat me well, right? We almost became a couple. If it weren't for a little mishap, I should be the one by your side now."
Myron let out a low laugh.
Juliet looked at him with hopeful eyes.
Myron mocked, "Where do you get the confidence to compare yourself to Luann?"
If his wife weren’t Luann, he wouldn't have had any dealings with Juliet.
When Anna had pestered him, Myron had already made up his mind.
The woman he would marry could just be a decoration at home.
Juliet was stunned.
Though angry, she didn't dare show it.
"I can't compare to Luann; she's truly excellent. But even the best have flaws. You don't know, when Luann was with Wilber, she dressed very casually, not attractive at all."
Myron coldly interrupted her. "I know better than you whether Luann is beautiful."
Juliet nodded repeatedly.
"Yes, yes, I shouldn't have spoken ill of Luann. But, Mr. Curtis, wealthy families like yours shouldn't lack women, right? No matter how good a wife is, she can't be as alluring as a mistress. Why don't you try with me today?"
As Juliet spoke, she reached out her right hand, slowly pulling down the fabric on her shoulder.
Myron decisively looked away.
His face showed undisguised disgust. "If you need a man, turn right when you go out. Don't be an eyesore in front of me."
Juliet's face turned pale instantly.
However, she was unwilling to give up.
"Mr. Curtis! I understand men best. You just haven't tasted me yet, and that's why you say such things. Why don't we try? Maybe you'll have an unexpected experience?"
Myron coldly stared at her.
His gaze at Juliet was like looking at something dirty.
"Is this your skill at keeping a man? It really makes me see you differently."
Myron had seen women who would stop at nothing to enter wealthy families. But someone as shameless as Juliet was a first.
Juliet naturally heard the sarcasm in his words and gave a bitter smile.
"Do you think I want to be like this? Which girl, in her naive youth, doesn't dream of marrying a good man, having kids, and living a good life? But things have come to this point. What else can I do? I just want to make life a little better, just a little better."
Juliet's tears flowed down.
She cried pitifully.
However, Myron remianed indifferent. "I really want to give you an award."
He stood up.
"If you were from a poor family, your words might be somewhat believable."
He looked down at her condescendingly, like a king looking down on his subjects.
His eyes were extremely indifferent, a cold light in them.
However, Myron said nothing more and walked out.
Since Juliet wanted to act so badly, he would let her thoroughly enjoy her performance!
