Chapter 304

At that, Paul was completely stunned.

“Miss Monica…” he stammered.

“Honey! Honey!” Monica threw herself at Paul, nuzzling and nibbling at his face.

She clung to him like an octopus, wrapping herself all over him.

Most men would dream of being in his shoes right now.

But all Paul felt was pure terror, his heart pounding in his chest.

“Miss Monica, please, what are you doing? Miss Monica, stop…” he pleaded, his voice trembling as he tried to pull away.

He tried to dodge, but Monica was relentless, showering his face with kisses.

Landon lay on the bed, cracking one eye open to watch the whole scene play out.

‘So that’s what that thing does!’ he snickered to himself.

Good thing he’d been cautious–while pretending to be affected and kissing Monica, he’d made sure she took the stuff herself.

After taking it, the first man she laid eyes on would automatically become her Honey in her mind.

‘I wonder if there’s an antidote for this,’ Landon wondered.

If not, Monica would be stuck clinging to Paul, who was even older than her father, for the rest of her life.

‘Haw–haw, serves you right!’ Landon thought, barely able to contain his laughter.

“Miss Monica, please, don’t take off my clothes…” Paul pleaded, his voice trembling.

‘Oh my god! This is wild! She’s already trying to strip him—are they about to put on a live adult show?’ Landon thought, his eyes widening in shock.

He quickly shut his eyes, silently reciting something from the Bible to calm himself.

‘Please, just take it outside! Spare my poor ears!’ Landon grumbled inwardly, his face flushing with embarrassment.

The ruckus was so loud that it finally alerted Monroe.

He rushed over, stunned for a second when he saw Monica all over Paul.

Then, without hesitation, he quickly hauled Monica off.

“Daddy?” Monica blinked, suddenly realizing it was someone else.

Her eyes sparkled with excitement as she pouted. “Daddy, what are you doing? I’m trying to kiss my Honey!”

“Monica, look at him closely! Who is he?” Monroe shouted, his voice filled with urgency.

Monica stared at Paul, her gaze growing more and more infatuated, as if her vision was filled with pink hearts.

“Daddy, he’s my Honey!” Monica’s voice was so sweet and coy that it could melt anyone’s heart.

Paul’s knees nearly buckled, while Monroe’s temples throbbed with exasperation.

Chapter 204

Landen sat on the bed, seeing right through all of Paul’s little schemes and secret thoughts.

Then he pretended to be asleep again.

Monica was yanked downstairs by Monroe, totally pissed off. “Daddy, what are you doing?”

“Did you eat the love spell?” Monroe demanded.

“What love spell?” Monica blinked, looking completely lost.

Monroe rubbed his forehead, speechless.

He’d forgotten–anyone who took the love spell wouldn’t remember taking it, or anything that happened in the ten minutes before.

That was the real genius of the love spell–it worked so subtly that no one even noticed, but it could totally mess with one’s head.

“Monica, pack your bags and leave the country now,” Monroe ordered.

“No way!” Monica retorted, and meanwhile couldn’t stop imagining her Honey’s face.

“Daddy, where’s my Honey? Promise you won’t hurt him, okay?” she swooned.

“As long as you do as I say, I won’t lay a finger on him,” Monroe said in a deep breath.

“If you dare hurt him, I’ll kill myself right in front of you!” Monica threatened, her voice fierce. “And I’m not leaving! I want to stay with my Honey!”

Then she yelled at the top of her lungs, “Honey! Honey, where are you?”

Paul wanted to answer but didn’t dare–he just hovered nervously at the corner of the stairs, frozen in hesitation.

‘So that’s what the love spell does…’ he realized, a sudden clarity hitting him.

“Honey! Honey!” Monica called out even louder.

As her Honey didn’t show up after several shouts, she snapped at Monroe, “Daddy, look what you did! You scared him off! Just go away!”

Monroe was both furious and speechless.

“If you won’t leave, then I will!” Monica got up in a huff. “Honey, let’s go travel abroad together!”

‘I wish I could, but Mr. Monroe would have my head!’ Paul thought.

“Honey?” Monica called out a few more times, but still got no response. She burst into tears, feeling wronged. “Honey, are you just going to ignore me? Are you scared of my dad? You all say you love me, but where is it? Liars! You’re all liars!”

It was impossible not to be under the power of the love spell.

The love it created was so intense that it could drive anyone completely crazy.

“Mr. Monroe, maybe we should just humor her for now?” Paul cautiously peeked out from his hiding spot and suggested.

The moment Monica saw him, she rushed over as if nothing else mattered. “Honey, there you are!”

Monroe’s face darkened like storm clouds gathering on the horizon, ready to unleash a tempest at any moment.

But Paul quickly promised, “Please don’t worry, Mr. Monroe. I swear, I won’t do anything inappropriate to Miss Monica.”

“Honey, don’t be scared of him. I’m here for you!” Monica cooed, wrapping her arms around Paul and cuddling up to him.

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The sight of the two of them together – a young woman glued to an old man – was just too weird to look at.

If Monroe kept watching, he could barely hold back his murderous urge.

But until the love spell wore off, killing Paul would be like making his daughter a widow right before his eyes.

He couldn’t bear to let his daughter go through that kind of pain.

So, before Monroe totally lost it, he walked out of the living room.

At that, Paul quietly breathed a sigh of relief, slipping his arm around Monica’s waist and coaxing her, “Monica, I’m right here, don’t fuss…”

“Honey, I love you so much! Do you love me?” Monica cooed.

“I do,” Paul answered right away.

“Then give me a kiss!” Monica demanded.

Paul wanted to, but he just didn’t have the nerve.

He grumbled inwardly, ‘Miss Monica, you’re way too bold! But honestly… I kinda love it!’

“Honey, why won’t you kiss me? Don’t you love me anymore?” Monica pouted.

“I do…” he muttered nervously.

“Then kiss me!” Monica insisted.

Faced with the beautiful and spoiled young lady, Paul held himself back and gave her a restrained kiss on the cheek.

‘So soft! So smooth! And she smells amazing!’ Paul thought, his heart pounding.

“Honey, honey… I love you so much…” Monica murmured, her voice sweet and dreamy.

She was even more lovestruck now, wrapping her arms tightly around Paul’s neck and snuggling deep into his arms.

The sweet fragrance filled Paul’s senses, a beauty in his arms, coupled with those reckless love confessions…what man could hold himself back?

Paul was itching to make a move. He sneaked a look around.

No one around.