Chapter 139: Sly Individual

Maggie stiffened, her body tensing at his unexpectedly direct words.

Their heavy breaths mingled. Only then did Maggie realize she was sitting on his lap, her skirt already at its shortest.

Her cheeks flushed crimson, her almond eyes locking onto his as if hiding sharp hooks. She hesitated, then spoke softly, seductively. "Are you sure?"

Nathael smirked, his voice deep and commanding. "Go ahead."

"What if you can't control yourself?" Maggie raised an eyebrow, her eyes slightly lowered.

Nathael lounged against the sofa, his expression relaxed, exuding mischief and nonchalance. He said confidently, "I can."

Maggie chuckled, feeling a thrill of excitement. Then she cursed her stubbornness.

With brisk movements, she rose from his lap, her steps light. She stopped at the clothes rack and selected a few outfits.

But as she tried them on, he remained unfazed.

Maggie grew annoyed, feeling a surge of frustration. Determined, she grabbed a fox-themed outfit: a strapless orange and black lace dress. It was well-made, though a bit short, and the lace gave it a less serious vibe.

Her tolerance waned. Grabbing the clothes, she went into the bathroom. Standing before the mirror, she studied herself.

The reflection seemed strange. The flirtatiousness and innocence in her almond-shaped eyes felt unfamiliar. "Well," she mused, "my face is still attractive, and my figure isn't bad."

But why wasn't Nathael reacting?

This was a disgrace! It made no sense.

Refusing to give up, she changed into a short orange and black skirt—a style completely different from before.

Nathael was unusually patient. He sat on the sofa, lit a cigarette, and occasionally glanced at the tightly closed bathroom door. His eyes were dark and intense. He felt dry-mouthed and restless, almost unable to control his desire to claim her. He took a long drag, feeling things couldn't continue like this.

A few minutes later, Maggie emerged.

Nathael looked up, his eyes lingering on her. They were dark, intense, and filled with desire.

She wore the short orange and black skirt, her waist tightly cinched. Pointed fox ears adorned her head, a fluffy tail trailing behind her skirt. It was a completely different style, and it drove Nathael wild.

Maggie's cheeks flushed with embarrassment. She glanced down before looking up again. Nathael's intense gaze felt like searing heat, making her skin prickle.

"Like what you see?" Maggie didn't move closer, her eyes teasing, innocent yet naughty.

Nathael's throat bobbed as he moved toward her.

Maggie instinctively took a step back, then stopped, meeting his gaze before looking away. Her fingers fidgeted, touching the fluffy tail. She had no idea her appearance resembled a mountain fox spirit recently transformed into human form. She possessed a captivating blend of innocence and allure; every smile and movement seemed bewitching.

Nathael pressed her against a cabinet, his gaze carefully scanning her features.

Maggie tilted her head back, letting him examine her. A blush colored her long, pale neck. She toyed with the tail, asking, "Do I look good?"

Unable to resist, Nathael kissed her eyes, struggling with his emotions while desperately trying to restrain himself.

He cleared his throat, his voice deep and solemn. "Yeah."

No one could resist such allure.

Maggie smiled. "Do you like it?"

Nathael remained silent, bending down to kiss her lips.

"Mm!"

Suddenly, he lifted her and placed her on a nearby low cabinet. The cabinet wobbled, and she gasped, instinctively wrapping her arms around his waist.

Their breath grew ragged as his kisses intensified. Maggie felt like she was drowning, yet oddly, she wanted to surrender. She breathed heavily, her voice low and husky. "You said you could control yourself." Her tone was playful and cunning.

Nathael's throat moved as he gazed at her with dark, intense, desirous, yet restrained eyes.

He chuckled, kissing her collarbone. "Do you believe everything I say?"

Maggie frowned, annoyed. If she'd known, she wouldn't have bothered changing.

Suddenly, she realized something and looked up, catching his teasing gaze. He raised an eyebrow, a mischievous smirk playing on his lips, a fiery look in his eyes.

Maggie exclaimed angrily, her face reddening. "You did that on purpose!"

Nathael smirked and playfully pinched her earlobe. "Did what on purpose?"

"You…deliberately—"

Maggie's sluggish brain finally registered that she'd changed six or seven outfits in half an hour.

This jerk! He tricked me! I shouldn't have drunk any alcohol!

Maggie looked down at her clothes, her eyes reddening with anger. This scoundrel deliberately provoked me!

With a shove, Maggie pushed him away and jumped down, heading towards the bathroom to change.

I'm so stupid! How could Nathael, whom she thought honest, be so sneaky?

Before she could think further, her wrist was gripped. Nathael pulled her back into his arms, his gaze intense. "I can't control myself around you. I never could." Maggie felt a flush of heat and was momentarily dazed.

A few seconds later, she snapped out of it, glaring up at him. "If you can't control yourself, then deal with the consequences, Mr. Harris. If you play with fire, don't be surprised if you get burned." With that, Maggie pushed him away and, with an annoyed huff, entered the bathroom and swiftly removed her clothes.

This is insane!

She was furious, especially remembering his feigned indifference, his deliberate trickery into wearing so many embarrassing outfits. Nathael is such a cunning man! I must have been out of my mind to trust him!

Nathael was about to take a cold shower when he heard a muffled thud from the bathroom.

"Ah…"

(The ending abruptly cuts off. There is no context for "Send Gifts" or "20")