Chapter 44: Jealousy by Liana

“You said it yourself, Summer.”

What did I say? Summer looked completely confused. Fraser’s thin lips trailed kisses downward, from her nose to her red lips. He lingered on her lips, teasing and tasting, before deepening the kiss into a passionate one.

“Mmm…”

Soon things escalated. Summer repeatedly begged for mercy. Only when she claimed she was too sore to walk did the man finally let her go.

In the bathroom, Summer looked in the mirror at her snow-white skin, now covered in shocking marks. Is he part dog? Why did he like to bite so much? After rummaging through her closet for what seemed like an eternity, she finally found a shirt that could cover the marks.

When she came out of the bedroom, Fraser had just come out of the bathroom in the living room. He was wearing casual gray pants, his upper body bare. Water droplets dripped silently from his short hair as he casually toweled himself off, giving off a lazy, carefree vibe.

What a demon. Summer looked away uncomfortably. She muttered to herself, “Whose house is this anyway?” This man seemed more comfortable here than I was.

Fraser noticed her discomfort. It wasn’t as if she hadn’t seen this before. Still, she acted so shy every time. A small smile tugged at his lips. He went straight to the refrigerator and opened it. Seeing the rows of sandwiches and frozen food, Fraser frowned.

“Is this what you eat at home?”

Summer looked past his tall, slender figure to see the contents of the fridge. These were bulk purchases she had made in her spare time for convenience. Although she was a skilled cook, her culinary efforts had been mostly reserved for Trevor in the past. She rarely cooked for herself. Summer felt the man’s disdain.

“My place isn’t like Mr. Graham’s place with maids and nutritionists.”

Fraser picked up a sandwich and looked at it. “No wonder you’re so thin. You’re growing on this junk.”

Who asked you to touch me? Summer pouted. Despite his complaints, Fraser went into the kitchen and prepared a simple egg noodle dish. Summer stood by the door and watched Fraser’s back as he cooked.

His figure in the sunlight was tall and reserved. Even though he looked out of place in her small kitchen, it somehow felt natural. Summer graciously ate two bowls of noodles.

After breakfast, Summer had to go to the mall for an inspection. She was running out of time. Fraser went out first to wait for her while Summer went back to get her forgotten cell phone.

Just then, the door next to hers opened, and a woman in high heels stepped out. The neighbor’s name was Liana Lane. Summer and Liana weren’t close, but they knew each other because Liana was a junior at Margaret’s school. Liana blinked in surprise.

“It’s not the cold man from last night?” This man looked more like a male model, tall and slim. His casual clothes could not hide his noble aura. How could Summer be so lucky to attract so many high-class men? Liana couldn’t help but feel a pang of jealousy as she remembered the events of last night.

When she returned home the previous night, she had seen a man waiting at Summer’s door. Dressed in a designer suit and wearing an expensive watch, he exuded an imposing yet cold aura. It was the first time Liana had seen a man of such caliber. She couldn’t help but steal a few glances. It had taken her a full fifteen minutes to unlock her door. The man had remained standing, motionless, not even looking in her direction.

After entering her apartment, she had peeked through the peephole and noticed that he was still there. Liana had pretended to be taking out the garbage. As she walked past him, his pleasant scent made her heart skip a beat. On her way back, she had stopped and asked on a whim, “Sir, are you waiting for Summer? You’ve been waiting for almost an hour. Would you like to come in for some tea?”

Only then did Trevor raise his eyes coldly and give her an impatient look before looking away. Liana was struck by his look. This aloof, dominant CEO type was exactly her type. Plucking up her courage, she asked again in a flirtatious voice, “Sir, how about it?”

“Get lost.”

The man’s cold, dismissive voice echoed through the corridor. Liana’s face flushed as if she had been slapped. She could only retreat into her home in embarrassment. This frustration had lingered until this morning, when she stepped outside and saw another man coming out of Summer’s apartment.