07:35 Sat, Nov 9

Chapter 418

Tiffany understood everything. She turned and said angrily, “Bastard, you lied to me!”

In total, they were delayed only two hours, contradicting Richard’s claim. Tiffany glared at him. “You must be lying about receiving a call from my mother,” she said, searching for her phone to check the call log. As expected, there was no record. “Liar,” she thought.

“I’m leaving,” Tiffany announced, walking out.

Richard, hands in his pockets, remained relaxed, not trying to stop her. She saw only the car’s taillights as John drove away; in an instant, they disappeared.

Tiffany was speechless, realizing she’d been hasty. Richard chuckled, raising an eyebrow. “John had an urgent matter, so I gave him the day off,” he said calmly.

Tiffany was speechless again. His ability to lie was as good as hers. “So be it. I’ll stay the night,” she thought.

Tiffany turned and went back inside. The spotless villa, clearly recently cleaned, suggested Richard had planned this. “Where is my room?” she asked.

“Upstairs, the master bedroom,” Richard replied.

“Oh. I’ll take a shower,” Tiffany said, running upstairs. The sweat bothered her; she could tolerate it outside, but not if she was staying. She found a particularly large bedroom—the master bedroom. She went inside and locked the door.

A full set of toiletries and a change of clothes were provided. The meticulous arrangement reinforced her suspicion of Richard’s ulterior motives.

“Hmph,” Tiffany scoffed, picking up the clothes and heading to the bathroom.

Twenty minutes later, she found Richard sitting comfortably on the sofa, despite her expectation that he would be downstairs or elsewhere. “Why are you here?” she asked warily. “Don’t tell me… you’re sleeping in this room, too?”

Richard smirked, a mischievous glint in his eyes. “What if I am?”

“Then I’ll beat you up!” Tiffany said, raising her fist, though it posed little threat.

Richard chuckled softly, his gaze darkening. He found Tiffany captivating: her pure, delicate appearance, smooth tanned skin, long wet hair dripping from her shower, and the lavender nightgown adding innocence and allure. He thought, Is he that kind? but his expression was serious. “Come here, I’ll blow-dry your hair.”

Tiffany remained vigilant, wary of a trap. But Richard lightly waved his hand, and a gust of wind swept her to his side.

“It’s happening again!” she thought, remembering the pool incident. She tried to run, but found herself trapped in his arms, just as before.

“Didn’t you say you were just going to blow-dry my hair?” Tiffany asked.

“Yeah,” Richard teased. “What do you want to do to me?”

Tiffany was speechless. “How shameless!” she thought, deciding to remain silent. Only the hairdryer’s hum filled the room.

Richard did indeed dry her hair, his fingers gently combing through it with care and tenderness. Under the warm light, their shadows intertwined peacefully on the floor. Tiffany relaxed, murmuring contentedly and settling into his arms. The soothing sensation lulled her to sleep. Seeing her defenselessness, Richard carefully carried her to bed.

Tiffany was a terrible sleeper. As soon as her head hit the pillow, she rolled dramatically, pulling the blanket with her. Richard laughed, and tapped her nose. She slapped him hard, mumbling, “Stupid mosquito.”

Richard, speechless, thought, She’s definitely the first person who dares slap me, but he couldn't stay angry. “Stupid woman,” he muttered, tucking the blanket around her and leaving the room. Tiffany, asleep, softly murmured, “Stupid man.”

In another mountain villa, Morwen threw things around. “Useless idiots! You couldn’t handle something so simple! How stupid are you?” she yelled.

A maid tried to console her, cautiously suggesting alternative methods of gaining control of the Kelley family’s company besides buying shares.

Morwen glared. “Are you telling me how to do things?”

The maid, terrified, quickly apologized. Morwen, known for her cruelty to her staff, dismissed them all.

“How useless!” Morwen fumed. She’d hoped the restaurant incident would force Owen’s hand, but Tiffany’s actions had backfired, costing her significantly. Without Owen’s shares, taking over Charlie’s company would be difficult.

Only three days remained until Tiffany and Richard’s engagement party. “I must make Tiffany vanish before then!” Morwen thought. “That man is mine!”

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