Chapter 31 The Person I Shouldn't Have Messed With

"Give me the key!" Vivian felt truly terrified of this person. She regretted messing with him in the first place.

Charles took back the key into his hand. "If I find my things, I'll return it to you."

"What things? You didn't lose anything here in the first place!" Vivian was on the verge of losing her temper. After a long day at work, she was already exhausted, and now she had to help him find something that didn't even exist?

"Cufflinks, look." He showed her his sleeve.

Vivian walked closer and glanced at the cufflink. It was a tiny, exquisite sapphire-blue diamond. It was delicate and beautiful. However, those cufflinks were really small. It was no wonder she hadn't noticed them. "Are you sure they were in my house?"

Seeing Charles nod, Vivian said, "I'll trust you once more. If you find them, return my key, and just leave, okay?"

"I have no intention of staying here."

Vivian glared at him fiercely and began searching desperately. She checked the kitchen, the living room, the bathroom, the bedroom, and even the balcony, but found nothing. "You're just fooling me! Where are they?"

While watching Vivian, Charles couldn't help but notice her flushed cheeks from the exercise and her messy ponytail tied at the back of her head. There was a different kind of charm to her in Charles's eyes.

When he spoke, a hint of unfamiliar seduction infused his voice. "They might be around the sofa."

Vivian glanced at the key in his hand and considered snatching it directly and kicking him out. What did she care about cufflinks? He wasn't poor. Would he really be bothered by losing one?

A plan formed in her mind, and she walked toward the sofa with a beaming smile. Without hesitation, she got on all fours and began searching around the TV stand, moving closer to Charles. As she lifted her head, she stared at him with a strange smile that surprised him.

"Lift your foot!" she said.

Charles raised his foot and placed his hand that held the key on the sofa for support. Seeing the opportunity, she pounced and snatched the key away without considering the proximity between them. She tightly clenched the key in her hand, wearing a cunning smile.

Charles looked at Vivian, who was hovering over him, and a mix of emotions gradually filled his gaze.

Vivian finally realized how ambiguous their position was. She immediately stood up, but unexpectedly, her foot got stuck in the second layer of the double-decker coffee table, and no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't free it. "My foot!"

"What's wrong? Don't want to get up?" Charles leaned closer to her ear, his voice deep and husky.

Vivian was certain that her face had turned as red as a ripe tomato, but it wasn't the time to show off. Getting her foot out of the coffee table was the priority. "My foot is stuck, help me!" The words sounded strange no matter how she put it.

Charles chuckled slyly, and Vivian could feel his chest vibrating. The sensation was incredibly seductive. "Hurry up!" she urged him, wanting to put an end to this awkward situation quickly.

"No problem, beg me," Charles teased. Vivian was furious, but before she could retort, the conversation was interrupted.

He secretly made an effort, and his body twisted uncontrollably.

This time it was Charles who was embarrassed. She directly slapped Charles in the face and said, "You scoundrel!" But in this position, with this strength, it was truly ambiguous.

"You threw yourself at me, pinned me down, and now you're accusing me of being a scoundrel? That's not reasonable."

Vivian didn't know how to respond to him anymore, so she had no choice but to surrender. "I... I'm sorry, please help me get my foot out... please."

Hearing her gentle voice, Charles felt that the joke had gone too far. So he straightened up a bit and reached out to grab her ankle, taking her foot out of the coffee table.

Vivian immediately stood up and pulled Charles up from the sofa, pushing and shoving him toward the door. Just as she was about to push him out, Charles pulled her toward him, and they both went out together. The door slammed shut.

Vivian froze, realizing that she didn't have her keys. She looked at herself and noticed that she didn't even have her coat on and wore only slippers on her feet. She felt like crying without tears.

Looking at the man next to her, still dressed so neatly, she really wanted to bite him. "Leave now!"

"What will you do if I leave?"

"I'll go find the landlord! Get out!" she said, pushing him away and preparing to knock on the landlord's door.

"I asked her in the afternoon. She only has one spare key."

Vivian withdrew her hand and took a deep breath. This guy was definitely doing this on purpose! She patted her pockets and realized she didn't have her phone or any money. She almost cried. "Can I borrow your phone? Do you have the number for a locksmith?"

"Look at the time first," he said, lighting up his phone and showing her the time.

"In that case, can you lend me some money so I can rent a room?"

"Do you have your ID card with you?"

"Then lend me your ID card and some money."

"I don't have it on me. Come with me to get it."

Looking at his righteous appearance, Vivian didn't know whether to believe him or not. She shrunk into a corner, looking at him defensively. "I... I might be a fan of your movies, but... but I'm very conservative. Don't think too much!"

Charles couldn't help but laugh at her appearance. "You're overthinking it. I have high standards in this regard."

Vivian couldn't take it anymore. What did he mean by that? She had a good figure and appearance too.

"It's late, are we leaving or not?"

"Let's go!"

The temperature in the hallway was fine, but it was too cold outside the room. In the dead of winter, without a down jacket, Vivian, wearing slippers, felt like she wanted to die.

She looked at Charles, who was dressed in a suit with a thick coat on top, and felt utterly wicked.

"What's wrong? Are you cold? Then come over here, my car is parked far away." He casually opened his coat.

"Just give it to me."

"I'm a human too. I also feel cold."

This reason was completely unassailable. Vivian told herself to endure it once again. After all, it was a benefit. So after hesitating for a moment, she leaned toward him and burrowed into his coat.

Charles held her in his arms, tightly wrapping his coat around her. He reached out and placed her hand on his waist. Vivian blushed and lowered her head, completely unsure of what to do.

They walked in silence. When they reached the car, Charles opened the door and squeezed the person in his arms inside.

The car, without air conditioning, was quite cold. Vivian's exposed feet had already gone numb from the cold. She shrank in the passenger seat, shivering.

Charles sat in the car, quickly started the engine, and turned on the air conditioning. He took off his coat and wrapped it around Vivian.

He leaned over, holding her in his arms. His chin rested on her head. Vivian was stunned and a little embarrassed. "Uh... I'm fine now. I'm not cold anymore."

"Alright then." Charles withdrew slightly. Surprisingly, Vivian felt a sense of loss in her heart. She slapped her own face, wondering what was happening to her.

On a winter night, the streets were unusually quiet. The only light came from street lamps; everything else was pitch black. Vivian had a strange feeling that being with him made this terrifying night a little less frightening.

Finally, they arrived at the familiar residential area. Charles drove the car into the garage. Poor Vivian clung to her seatbelt, unwilling to get out. "Can you go and get the money and ID for me? I don't want to get out, it's too cold. I can give you the coat. Please?"

Her voice was soft and gentle. Indeed, it was too cold. Nevertheless, Charles didn't hesitate. He directly unbuckled her seatbelt and pulled her out of the car. "I'm not a good person," he said calmly and indifferently.

The parking lot was warmer as compared to the temperature outside, but it was still cold. This time, Vivian held onto Charles's waist without letting go.

As the elevator went up, Vivian stomped her feet in place. "Please lend it to me quickly!"

Looking at the spacious house, she suddenly didn't want to leave. She quickly came forward to take the coat and jacket Charles had taken off. "Or, how about I borrow your living room? I promise not to be too noisy or messy. It's just too cold, really too cold. If I go out again, I'll turn into a snowman!"

Charles suppressed a laugh and pretended to reluctantly agree. "The bathroom outside has new toiletries. Take a shower, and come back for a blanket." After saying that, he entered the house.

Vivian obediently went to the bathroom to freshen up. She set up the hot water and soaked for half an hour. Her body gradually warmed up, and she comfortably climbed out of the bathtub.

"Oh no, I don't have anything to wear." She muttered to herself, wrapped in a towel. She opened the door and called out to Charles, who was getting a drink. "Charles..."

"What?"

"It's just that... I don't have pajamas!" Vivian felt that there was nothing more embarrassing than this in her life.

He didn't say anything. He went into the room and grabbed one of his t-shirts and a pair of sweatpants. He stood by the door, knocked on it, and handed the clothes to the hand that reached out from inside. His arm accidentally brushed against Vivian's hand as he handed over the clothes.

He felt that the touch was very pleasant. He couldn't help but despise himself for being so easily tempted by her.

Seeing that the T-shirt was already big enough, Vivian gave up on the pants. She peeked out from the bathroom and saw that the blanket was already placed on the sofa.

"He should have gone to sleep," she thought. She sneaked out from the bathroom, and when she was a few steps away from the sofa, she felt a strange gaze behind her. She turned her head and saw Charles standing in front of the fridge.

Both of them froze in place.

In an instant, Vivian realized that something was wrong. She wasn't even wearing her underwear. She quickly crouched down, made her way toward the sofa, and hid herself under the blanket.

Charles put down his glass and walked toward the sofa. Buried under the blanket, Vivian dared not look outside. She could only listen carefully for any movement.

Feeling someone sitting next to her, she became even more cautious, not daring to move.