Chapter 597 It's Not Excessive to Touch the Abs, Right?
As Angela and Omari chatted briefly, the car pulled up to the Coleman Villa.
Angela and Scott went inside together. Chase was still awake and greeted Angela with great enthusiasm, "Angela! It's so nice to see you both back together!"
"Hey, Grandpa."
"Hey there, hey there. Have you had dinner? If not, I can ask the staff to whip something up."
"No need, Grandpa. We've already eaten."
Once they were inside the room, Scott said, "You can stay here for the next few days."
"But..." Angela felt uneasy.
She had only stayed here occasionally before. If she stayed more often, wouldn't that mean sharing a room with Scott?
She didn't mind, but it wouldn't be good for Scott's reputation.
"But what?" Scott asked, closing the door behind them.
"Isn't the sofa too small for you? Won't it be uncomfortable?" Angela asked.
"It is," Scott nodded. He was tall, and the sofa in the room was indeed smaller than the one in the living room, making it less comfortable for him.
The Coleman family owned multiple properties and certainly had the means to stay elsewhere. Scott could have taken Angela to another place, but he hesitated while driving and decided to bring her here instead.
With Grandpa around, Angela would be more obedient.
"How about I take the bed, and you can squeeze in with Grace?" Angela suggested, thinking it would be better to sleep with Grace and take care of her.
"If you leave now, what do you think Grandpa will think? He'll assume we had a fight or something happened, and he'll nag both of us," Scott said calmly.
Angela realized he had a point. Her grandpa would definitely be suspicious.
"Alright, I'll go freshen up," Angela said, heading to the bathroom.
When she returned, Scott was already lying on the sofa, holding his phone.
She wondered how Scott managed to sleep on the sofa before. It seemed small, but he had fit just fine. Tonight, his feet were hanging off the edge.
"I'm done. Your turn," Angela said.
"Okay," Scott replied, getting up and heading to the bathroom.
After drying her hair, Angela picked up her phone and noticed a new deposit in her account.
It was a substantial amount, another hundred million dollars. She didn't need to guess who had transferred it.
When Scott finished his shower, Angela sat cross-legged on the bed, looking at him. "Why did you transfer money to me again?"
"Pocket money," Scott said, drying his hair.
"I don't need pocket money," Angela replied, her eyes fixed on Scott.
His pajamas were only partially buttoned, revealing his collarbone and chest. His abs were faintly visible below.
Angela was momentarily stunned, her cheeks flushing.
Scott had a decent face and a surprisingly good physique. No wonder women were drawn to him.
With his looks, even without money, many wealthy women would want to keep him.
"What are you staring at?" Scott asked, noticing her gaze.
"Just admiring. You look good. Why not take it all off and let me appreciate it fully?" Angela teased, genuinely curious.
Scott, surprisingly, started unbuttoning his shirt, revealing his muscles.
Unlike bodybuilders, Scott had a lean build with well-defined but not overly bulky muscles.
His abs were perfectly aligned, and his broad shoulders tapered to a narrow waist, hinting at more beneath his pajama pants.
"Is this good enough?" Scott asked.
More than enough!
"Hold on," Angela said, grabbing her phone and snapping a picture.
"I'll send this to Grace. Good things should be shared!"
Scott remained silent.
Angela sent the photo with a message: "Grace, check this out. A rare treasure!"
After sending it, she glanced at Scott again. His physique could easily make him a male model.
But soon, Scott put his shirt back on, ending her view.
Angela sighed, "You don't need to send me money. It makes me feel like I'm being kept. I have my own money."
"I'll send it back," Angela said, reaching for her phone to transfer the money back. But Scott suddenly stepped in front of her.
He took her phone from her hand.
He was still buttoning his shirt, and his partially exposed muscles were right in front of Angela's eyes.
Sitting on the bed, Angela's eye level was right at Scott's abs.
Her gaze drifted lower, to where his manhood was, even though his pajama pants were loose. She could still sense Scott's true size.
Especially after accidentally touching him in the dark last time, she had felt it.
"I don't need the money. Don't send it back," Scott said.
Angela remained in her position, feeling her breath quicken. Being so close, her breath warmed Scott's abs.
The heat from her breath made Scott feel a sudden rush of warmth.
"You..."
"You..."
They both spoke at the same time. Angela looked up, meeting Scott's intense gaze.
His eyes were deep, and in the dim light, they seemed to hold something more.
Angela's heart skipped a beat. Almost instinctively, she reached out and touched Scott's skin.
He was so close. Who could resist? She just wanted to touch, just a little.
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