Richard sent a message; then a small, thin figure slipped into Tiffany’s room and unlocked the door for him. It was Eric, who looked up at his future brother-in-law with a smug expression. “I’m a good spy, right?”

“Not bad,” Richard said, satisfied, patting his head. “Do you like the new WQ robot? I can get you one.”

Eric’s eyes lit up. The WQ robot, the latest technology from Sci-Tech Tower 9, boasted a supposedly amazing artificial intelligence system. Eric had always wanted one, but Sci-Tech Tower 9 only accepted international orders.

Instantly excited, Eric exclaimed, “Thank you! You’re the best brother-in-law in the world!”

Richard’s heart swelled. “Good boy.”

Downstairs, Tiffany was forced to drink soup while her concerned parents watched. She’d returned that afternoon, attempting to conceal a swollen forehead bump beneath gauze and carefully brushed hair. They still noticed it.

Concerned, they prepared a nourishing meal. “Tiffany, did anyone bully you at school?”

“No,” Tiffany said helplessly. “I just tripped and fell. It’s not a big deal.”

“Does it hurt?” her mother asked.

“No,” Tiffany said, finishing her soup. She yawned and, urged by her parents, went upstairs. She hadn’t been home in a while; it was the most comfortable place in the world. Stretching, she went to bed.

She didn’t notice a slight lump in the quilt as she lay down. Almost immediately, she felt something was wrong. Turning over, she lifted the blanket to reveal Richard’s handsome face and charming smile. Even though she’d seen it before, she was still awestruck by his perfection.

After a moment, she asked in surprise, “How did you get in?” She remembered locking the window, yet he’d managed to enter her room and even her bed. He seemed to have been waiting for her.

Richard raised an eyebrow. He couldn’t betray his spy, so he sidestepped the question, looking at Tiffany with a leisurely air. “I’m here to coax you, Mrs. Hampton.”

The intimacy of his address, coupled with his deep smile and magnetic voice, sent shivers down her spine. Tiffany’s ears burned, her heart pounding. “God, I can’t resist him,” she thought.

Richard’s deep, dark gaze held hers, like a bottomless black hole. Tiffany tried to look away but felt trapped. The air grew heavy with erotic tension. Their shadows drew closer under the lamplight.

A knock at the door jolted Tiffany back to reality. She quickly shoved Richard under the blanket and pulled the curtains. She didn't usually lock her door, so Thalia knocked and entered.

Seeing the curtains drawn, revealing only Tiffany’s face, Thalia chuckled. “What are you doing?”

“Listening to music,” Tiffany replied calmly.

Thalia left after delivering milk, reminding Tiffany, “Don’t stay up too late.”

“Okay,” Tiffany said, sighing in relief as Thalia left.

Then she heard a low chuckle. Turning, she saw Richard’s mischievous smile. She kicked him lightly. “You’re laughing? It’s all your fault!”

The kick, though light, landed in an unfortunate spot. Richard’s smile vanished, his eyes blazing. He pulled her close and kissed her, but the kiss only intensified things. He cursed, his face darkening. “I’ll… get you later!”

He then left through the window, leaving Tiffany stunned. It was more of a flight than a departure.

Tiffany blinked, finally realizing what had happened. “Oh shit! Did I kick him… there?” She burst into laughter.

Nearby, in his car, John watched Richard return, noticing his darkened expression.

“Still angry? Need a stronger rope?” John asked.

Richard glared and got in the car. “Drive.”

“Yes, sir,” John replied, noticing Richard’s strange expression in the rearview mirror.

In the car, Richard rubbed his temples. The unexpected reaction to Tiffany’s kick was unsettling. He couldn't resist her.

Back at Royal Bay, Richard took a long, cold shower, finally calming down only after noticing the lingering scent of Tiffany's perfume on his pillow and blanket. He took another shower, then finally fell asleep.

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