Chapter 225

"So impressive, you can even tell the brand of the perfume."

Just as I was marveling, Lillian walked right in.

She opened the bathroom door, and I got super nervous. Luckily, Kelsey wasn't hiding in there; she would've been caught for sure.

I walked to the doorway. "What are you looking for?"

Lillian picked up two bottles of perfume from the sink. "The scent is coming from here."

I was shocked. "How are there two bottles of perfume here? These aren't mine!"

Seeing how nervous I was, Lillian laughed. "They're not yours. The hotel's partners put them here. Five-star hotels always have stuff like this. Even though this place isn't rated yet, it'll definitely become a famous tourist spot. It's normal for brands like Chanel and Dior to collaborate with the hotel."

I relaxed, realizing I had been too tense to think straight.

A lot of people who stay in fancy hotels with tour groups take branded product samples with them. These two bottles were just samples.

Coincidentally, the scent was similar to the one on Mya and Kelsey.

But the fragrance on Mya and Kelsey smelled more natural.

"The room's a bit stuffy. Let's go to the rooftop for a drink."

There's a platform on top of the round house, accessible by a spiral staircase in the middle.

"Sure!" Lillian nodded, and I deliberately said toward the cabinet. "Then let's go to the rooftop for a drink."

Whether Mya and Kelsey would run into each other wasn't my concern.

On the platform, there was a small table and two chairs, surrounded by a railing, so safety wasn't an issue.

If you're a couple, this place is a great spot for a vacation.

The night was beautiful. Lillian and I opened two bottles of wine and lit a cigarette. This kind of life was very comfortable.

I chatted with Lillian until midnight before going downstairs. By then, Lillian was a bit drunk, so I had to take her back to her room.

At this stage, sleeping together wasn't appropriate.

I made sure Lillian was asleep before I left.

I took out my phone and saw a message from Kelsey an hour ago.

Kelsey: [John, no matter how late it is, I'll wait for you!]

This message from Kelsey meant she hadn't run into Mya.

Fueled by the alcohol, I was in high spirits and didn't want to sleep.

I stood outside and knocked on the door for a long time, but Kelsey didn't come to open it.

Kelsey must have fallen asleep.

Just as I was about to leave, the door opened. For some reason, the room wasn't well-lit, so I couldn't see clearly, but I knew it had to be Kelsey who opened the door.

I grabbed Kelsey and kissed her, closing the door with my foot.

The person in my arms struggled violently. The more she struggled, the more excited I became.

What role is this girl trying to play now?

A little girl being forced by a man?

Everyone has a violent streak deep down; some just hide it better and don't show it easily.

I felt my blood boiling.

I gave an evil smile. "Today, you can't escape!"

I became reckless, but slowly, I sensed something was off.

The feel, the body, the scent, this didn't seem like Kelsey!

I might have grabbed the wrong person.

I looked closely and saw that the person crying in my arms was Mya!

I was very surprised. I had ended up in Mya's room.

'What should I do?'

'What should I do?'

'Say sorry and run out?'

Then I would have completely committed a crime, albeit an unsuccessful one.

'Pretend I mistook her for someone else?'

But with the lights so bright, I'm not blind; I wouldn't mistake her for someone else.

However, I had been drinking, so I could pretend to be drunk!

My eyes immediately became hazy, and I collapsed onto Mya's bed. "Drink, come on. Cheers. Let's drink it all."

I mumbled nonsense, but inside, I was very nervous.

I was thinking, I hope Mya doesn't see through this.

I had gotten too excited; the first time I made a mistake, and the second time I made another mistake. Mya would be very upset, and I felt like a jerk.

But the show must go on. "Why are you crying from drinking? Did I do something wrong? Don't cry. Don't cry; you won't look pretty if you cry. I'll punish myself by drinking a few more glasses."

I pretended to hold a glass and pour it into my mouth.

Mya stopped crying, her expression even more complicated. At this moment, Mya's clothes were disheveled, and her figure was undeniable.

Mya's figure was even better than I had imagined.

It seemed like my act was working; Mya really believed it.

"I don't want to drink anymore; get out of my room!" Mya said.

"You came to drink with me, but now you want me to leave? No, I won't go unless you kiss me. Then I'll leave!"

I sat on the bed, acting spoiled, and with a bit of drunkenness, I played the part well.

Mya said, "You're a scoundrel; you're just a scoundrel. You shouldn't bully me; you should go bully someone else."

I said, "I don't care; I want you to kiss me, or I won't leave."

A drunk person is completely unreasonable.

Mya was both angry and helpless. Finally, she seemed to compromise. "Fine, I'll kiss you, and then you'll leave my room."

How interesting!

I pretended to nod. "Alright, you kiss me, and then I'll go!"

Mya bit her lip and quickly kissed me on the cheek. "There, you can leave now."

"I'm not leaving!" I grabbed Mya's hand. "You kissed me, so you're my wife. My mom said only my wife can kiss me!"

"You're shameless; I'm not your wife!" Mya's eyes filled with tears again. "I don't want to be your wife!"

"I don't care. You kissed me, so you're my wife. If you try to deny it, you should be ashamed."

I said, "If you dare to deny it, I'll go out and shout! You dare kiss me; you have to admit you're my wife."

Mya said, "You forced me."

I said, "You are shameless. You kissed me first!"

Mya was very anxious. "You're a scoundrel!"

Mya was so anxious that tears streamed down her face.

I found it very amusing. "What scoundrel? I'm your husband. Come here, my darling!"

Saying this, I leaned in, and Mya pushed me away with both hands. "Scoundrel, let go of me, you scoundrel."

The sweet taste of the girl filled my mouth again, and this time I really felt like I was getting drunk.

This was also a game; I was pretending to be a drunkard, but this time the female lead was Mya.

A little teasing was fine, physical contact was fine, but having sex was not.

That would be too despicable.

However, slowly, I noticed Mya's resistance was weakening, her eyes misty, whether from tears or something else.

Mya was very shy, her hands tightly gripping my clothes.

Mya was thoroughly enjoying it.

I licked my lips, my throat tightening. "My wife, you're so beautiful!"

I was losing control; if this continued, we would end up having sex.

No, no, I couldn't continue.

Just as I was about to pretend to fall asleep, Mya hooked her arms around my neck and bit me.

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