Chapter 598 Is His Figure Better Than Mine?
Angela's fingers felt exactly as she imagined—rock hard.
She had already touched it, so poking it wouldn't be too much, right?
With that thought, Angela reached out and poked Scott's abs twice.
"Angela!" Scott's warning voice sounded in her ear.
Angela was about to laugh it off and dodge, but when she looked down, she saw a bulge in Scott's pants.
What the...
Angela didn't have much experience. She had just touched him, not like last time when she accidentally touched that area. How did this happen?
Angela panicked. She hadn't thought much about it and stood up abruptly, not paying attention to the angle, and her head collided directly with Scott's chin.
Angela winced in pain and almost fell over from the impact.
"Careful!" Scott reached out and grabbed Angela's waist, pulling her into his arms.
As a result, Angela's face ended up pressed against Scott's chest.
Both Angela and Scott were stunned.
"You..."
"I..." They spoke in unison.
The temperature of their skin was as hot as Angela's cheeks.
Neither of them expected this to happen, and they froze for a moment before pushing each other away.
"I didn't mean to, I didn't expect to bump into you. Anyway, we didn't do anything. I'm going to sleep now!" Angela rambled, then lay down on the bed, pretending to sleep.
Scott looked at Angela curled up under the blanket, a hint of a helpless smile on his lips.
"Sleep well, goodnight." Scott placed his phone next to Angela, buttoned up his shirt, and returned to the sofa.
Angela listened to Scott's footsteps and the room went dark. After a while, she dared to peek out from under the blanket.
Scott was silent, seemingly asleep.
Scott was really something. He didn't like women, so it probably didn't affect him.
But Angela was a normal adult woman, and saying she had no reaction was a lie.
Angela clutched the blanket tightly. This bed was usually Scott's, and she felt like the blanket smelled like him.
Was he doing it on purpose?
Did he know she was teasing him and played along? Otherwise, why did he undress so decisively?
He wasn't interested in women, so he might have been trying to lure her in, hoping she'd take the bait.
Scott's move was really clever. If he kept teasing her, she might actually fall for him.
It's a shame Scott didn't like women. Otherwise, he could make some woman very happy, even if it wasn't her.
Angela's fingertips still felt warm. The touch was nice, and she didn't feel like she lost out by touching him twice.
But did that make her a pervert?
She reflected on it and realized she couldn't resist. Who could?
But why did Scott...
Oh right, he didn't dislike women, it didn't mean he was asexual. Scott having a reaction was normal.
So now... did he need to deal with it? Or wait it out until the feeling went away?
Angela had no experience and didn't understand Scott. She finally realized what it meant to have a head full of nonsense.
Scott was silent, making Angela feel even more impure for thinking such thoughts about him.
Meanwhile, Scott was also uncomfortable.
He realized that he didn't mind Angela's touch anymore, and his body reacted strongly every time she touched him.
It was strange. Angela was no different from other women. They must be too familiar, like siblings. It had to be that!
...
On the other side, Grace was in bed while Xavier was in the bathroom.
Angela's message popped up, saying she had something to show her.
What could it be?
Grace opened the picture and saw the impressive physique.
That face was her brother's, right?
"Angela, you and my brother wouldn't..."
Wouldn't be what she was thinking, right?
She remembered Angela and her brother had broken up, but it seemed they were spending the night together.
Her brother's physique was really good—slim but muscular, the kind many girls liked.
Grace had never seen her brother's abs, so she opened the picture to admire them.
But before she could look closely, a deep voice sounded beside her, "Is his body better than mine?"
Grace didn't know when Xavier finished his shower and came up behind her.
Startled, she dropped her phone on the bed. "I didn't see anything!"
Xavier was only wearing a bathrobe. "You didn't see anything, but you looked for a long time?"
"I just opened it!"
"Is my body not good enough, making you look at others?" Scott's tone was a bit jealous.
"It's a misunderstanding. Angela sent it to me. It's my brother..."
Grace's explanation was cut short as Xavier quickly untied his bathrobe.
In front of Grace, he undid the robe in a few swift moves.
"Don't look at others, look at me!"
Xavier's perfect physique was on full display.
Xavier's body was even better than Scott's, with well-defined chest and abs right in front of Grace, much better than looking at a photo.
"So whose body is better, mine or his?" Xavier asked.
Grace's heart raced, forcing herself to look away. Xavier was really competitive.
"It's not comparable."
"How is it not comparable? Do you think my body isn't as good as his?"
"I don't."
"Then why look at him and not me?" Xavier never doubted his physique.
He had glimpsed the photo earlier—just a weakling's body.
"I didn't look at him. I turned off my phone, didn't see anything."
Grace was already sensitive, and her hormones surged with Xavier.
"So obedient. Should I reward you?"
"Reward me with what?"
Xavier took Grace's hand and placed it on his firm, muscular waist.
"Of course, reward our Grace with feeling your husband's strength."
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