Cyrus Ford’s eyes darkened profoundly. Having slept with Zoe Shaw before, he naturally knew which parts of her body were the most sensitive.
With deliberate wickedness, Cyrus caressed the most sensitive spot on Zoe’s waist. He didn’t stop until her breathing grew ragged and she trembled uncontrollably, unable to bear it any longer.
Zoe’s eyelashes fluttered, a layer of mist gathering in her eyes. Her face flushed completely red. "You... let go! I can sue you for sexual harassment!"
"Alright," Cyrus replied dismissively, but his hands didn’t stop moving.
However, even though Cyrus was intentionally teasing her, he had no intention of going any further.
Zoe knew how high Cyrus’s status was now; there was absolutely nothing she could do to him. Through this encounter, she also clearly understood that there was no way Cyrus was going to let her off the hook! She had underestimated the impact of what she had done back then—sleeping with him, breaking up, and running away immediately.
"Didn’t you say you weren’t interested in married women? Mr. Ford, you really have no bottom line!"
She tried to provoke him with her words, but it only earned her more forceful caresses and exploration! This man held a grudge even more than she had imagined! This right now was his revenge!
Just as Zoe let out a sharp breath, about to scream and attract the servants, a sudden ringtone interrupted Cyrus.
The person on the other end seemed to have something important to report. Cyrus glanced at Zoe, ultimately getting up and stepping aside to answer the phone.
Freed from Cyrus’s suppression, Zoe shakily straightened her clothes, silently cursing at his back.
Cyrus’s expression grew increasingly solemn, as if something crucial had happened. Before leaving, he stared straight at Zoe, his tone low and deep. "I hired Penney, not you. Have Penney come over as soon as possible."
As Cyrus left, Zoe slid off the bed and collapsed onto the floor. Her heart palpitated, her back covered in a cold sweat.
She wondered, "What should I do now?"
Zoe took several deep breaths; she had to calm down and think things through...
A while later.
The door was suddenly pushed open. Claire Lockwood barged in furiously. Her crazed, venomous gaze locked onto Zoe as if she wanted to eat her alive. The source of this chapter is g.com.
She hadn’t been at the villa earlier and had only just received the news that Cyrus had taken Zoe away in public. A lone man and a lone woman, sharing a room! Especially since the two of them used to be in a relationship. Knowing they had already been in the room for quite some time, Claire was on the verge of losing her mind.
She was belligerent, looking exactly like a lawful wife catching a mistress. As soon as she got close, she raised her hand high, aiming to give Zoe a massive slap.
Zoe knitted her beautiful brows, a chilling light darting from her eyes. She grabbed Claire’s hand directly and warned, "I’m not that bored, so stop bothering me every day. Furthermore, I have no interest in Cyrus Ford!"
Little did she know, these words were overheard by Cyrus, who had just returned to fetch something. A cold sneer couldn’t help but surface on his lips.
He thought, "Very well!"
The butler, who was waiting beside him, suddenly skipped a heartbeat. He felt a drastic change in Cyrus’s aura, as if something terrifying had just happened.
Claire pointed at Zoe in exasperation. "Who do you think you are! What gives you the right to say that? You don’t actually think I’d believe you just because you’re playing hard to get, do you?"
Naturally, Claire didn’t believe a word Zoe said. She remained convinced that Zoe’s sudden appearance at the Ford family was solely to snatch the position of Mrs. Ford from her. Otherwise, why would Zoe shamelessly refuse to leave?
Looking utterly baffled, Zoe rolled her eyes at Claire. "I genuinely have no interest in a minute man like him."
Claire clenched her fists in anger. Knowing that arguing further wouldn’t solve anything, she merely gave a cold warning. "Don’t think you can get close to Cyrus. You ran away back when he was at his lowest yet loved you the deepest. Do you really expect him to fall for you again now? He couldn’t hate you more!"
"Mhm, I actually hope he hates me so he’ll kick me out sooner." Zoe prayed sincerely.
Claire was so furious she nearly coughed up blood. "Keep pretending! Let me tell you, Jonathan Shaw is Cyrus’s son. Once his mother returns, do you think there will be any place for you in the Ford family?"
"You should worry about yourself first," Zoe said, stretching lazily.
Seeing her nonchalant attitude, Claire stopped arguing. Instead, she sneered and walked out the door.
As soon as she stepped outside, Claire’s radar seemed to go off. She noticed Cyrus’s retreating figure in the distance. Her eyes lit up, and she immediately chased after him, calling out in a sickeningly sweet voice, "Cyrus."
Having gotten rid of Claire, Zoe felt a mess of emotions. She accidentally overheard the cloying conversation outside and fell deep into thought.
She recalled how Claire always acted so demure and overly sweet in front of Cyrus, and it seemed like he actually bought into that routine. Otherwise, Cyrus wouldn’t have kept Claire by his side all these years.
Zoe stroked her chin, her gaze growing increasingly determined. If that was the case, couldn’t she just copy that approach? After all, men were the type of creatures who yielded to softness but resisted force. Going head-to-head with Cyrus on his own turf was practically a death wish, wasn’t it? Follow the newest chapters on NovelPing.
Having made up her mind, Zoe decided to outsmart him. Even if Cyrus hated her, he couldn’t completely reject a peace offering. After all, even the greatest heroes couldn’t resist a beauty’s charm!
She made a special trip to the kitchen and put a lot of effort into simmering a nourishing tonic soup. A rich aroma wafted through the air, filling the entire room.
Jonathan Shaw followed the scent. Upon seeing Zoe, his large eyes burst with an eager glow. "Wow, Mommy, you’re actually cooking! Is there a portion for me?"
Jonathan lunged forward, tugging at the corner of Zoe’s clothes. He stared eagerly into the pot, swallowing his saliva in sheer gluttony, unable to tear his gaze away.
Seeing this little culprit, Jonathan, living so comfortably in the Ford villa with absolutely no intention of leaving, Zoe instantly glared at him in annoyance.
"No!"
Ignoring Jonathan’s heartbroken look, Zoe poured all the soup into a bowl. Soon, she placed the soup on a tray and carefully carried it upstairs.
Having already asked the butler beforehand, she knew Cyrus was currently working in the study. Zoe made her way to the door, step by step.
KNOCK, KNOCK, KNOCK.
Zoe gave a slight cough, cleared her throat, and forced herself to speak in a pinched, overly sweet voice. "Cy... Mr. Ford... I simmered some tonic soup for you."
In the quiet study, Zoe’s shrill voice sounded exceptionally grating.
Sean Shelton, who had been fully engrossed in his work, shuddered in fright at the sound. He looked as if he had just seen a ghost. "Claire Lockwood? What is she doing here?"
Although Cyrus felt that the voice sounded a bit different from usual, the only person who spoke with that kind of tone was Claire. He furrowed his brows tightly, his face cold and dark. "Leave it at the door."
Zoe’s beautiful brows knitted in displeasure, but she continued to pinch her voice. "Mr. Ford, I made this specially for you..."
Sean’s eyes widened, goosebumps erupting all over his body. Unable to hold back, he urged, "Why don’t you just let her in? Otherwise, this is too disgusting."