Chapter 407

After dinner, Danielle was finally content. After leaving the restaurant, the two headed straight to the cinema. Danielle had bought the movie tickets in advance.

Ross wasn’t a regular at movie theaters, and the moment he saw the fully reclining seats, he seriously considered turning right back around.

Danielle was already lying on her side in her seat, propping her head up with one hand in the dim theater lighting. “Why are you still standing there? The movie’s about to start.”

Finally, Ross walked over and sat beside her.

Without missing a beat, Danielle took his hand, pulled him close, and their breaths mingled in the dark. She leaned over and kissed him lightly. “If you sit up straight, you block the screen for the people behind us.”

An attendant arrived just in time with a blanket for them. The ads rolled by on the big screen, and the movie soon began.

Ross had no choice but to lie back, and as soon as he did, Danielle clung to him. She snuggled up against him, draping one arm around his waist and tossing a leg over his.

Undoubtedly, this was pure torture for him. His mind was anything but calm at this moment. Soon enough, he felt his composure slipping away, his mind sinking deeper into turmoil.

He had absolutely no idea what the movie was about–his mind was completely elsewhere.

Then, Danielle’s leg shifted again, this time brushing deliberately where it shouldn’t. She quickly pulled away and whispered with a guilty little smile, “Oops, sorry. The movie’s just really funny. I got a little carried away.”

“Mm,” Ross responded tersely, but in his head, he thought, ‘As if I’d believe that.’

Danielle lowered her gaze, a teasing smile forming on her lips as she thought, ‘As expected, Ross can stay calm in any situation. But hmph. He was the one begging to stay over in my hospital ward. I can’t believe he actually turned me down tonight.’

Danielle nibbled at her lower lip playfully before pressing herself even closer against him. Throughout the entire movie, Ross maintained a poker face.

When they left, his face still remained an impassive mask. Even the people passing by seemed a little intimidated by his cold demeanor.

Danielle, on the other hand, was unfazed. She reached for his hand with a grin. “Come on. Take me home.”

She had deliberately chosen the cinema nearest to her apartment, which was only a 15–minute drive away.

Ross, in his black Maserati, pulled into the parking lot of the luxury apartment complex. Then, he escorted Danielle upstairs. After they stepped out of the elevator, Danielle stood by her door and entered the passcode.

The door clicked open, and Ross said gently, “I won’t come in. Get some rest early, okay?”

“Okay.” She didn’t try to stop him. Instead, she tilted her face up and tapped a finger on her lips. “Goodnight kiss?”

Ross paused briefly, then leaned in for what was meant to be just a fleeting kiss. But just as he was about to pull away, Danielle wrapped her arms around his neck, nipped at his lips playfully, and parted her lips invitingly, drawing him deeper into the kiss.

He kissed her back instinctively. That one teasing spark ignited a wildfire. His arms wrapped around her, his breath quickened, and the kiss grew urgent.

The door slammed shut behind them. In the dark, he held her close, breathing hard as they stumbled toward the bedroom.

Moonlight spilled through the window. Danielle, now on the bed, pushed him back with a wicked glint in her eyes. “Ross, didn’t you say you weren’t staying tonight?”

Ross slid his hand around her waist and teased, “Why do you think I’m staying, Dr. Shelly? Don’t play dumb. Come on, put your legs up here.”

Danielle obeyed with a playful smile. The night stretched on, cloaked in a haze of slow–burning heat and indulgence. Just as she’d intended, Danielle successfully seduced the ever–gentle and poised Ross.

The next morning, as soon as the alarm went off, Danielle struggled to drag herself out of bed.

The dress she wore last night was beyond salvage–her haute couture dress, worth over 30 thousand dollars, was now ruined, all thanks to Ross.

Wincing slightly, Danielle supported her sore waist as she finished washing up, then prepared to head to the airport.

She was sore all over, but Ross looked completely unfazed, fresh as a daisy and full of energy. He looked at her with a knowing smile. “Still feel like playing this kind of game next time?”

Danielle’s cheeks flushed as she gave Ross a playful, teasing look. “Why wouldn’t I? But who knows when the next time will be. Don’t miss me too much, Ross.”