Sentenced to Marriage by MadlainQ

Chapter 118

Calling him I tried to put all the pieces together and kept wondering who the hell was Mr. C.? It looked like that guy was involved in killing Aren’s mother as well as attempting to kill Aren. Did he hold a grudge against the entire Lan family? Moreover, as soon as I heard that Richardson had been meeting a short Asian assistant, I instantly thought of Max, but that had happened over thirty years ago! If it truly was Max, shouldn’t he be in his fifties right now? I know that a lot of Asians look younger than they actually are, but seriously?! Then again, no one would have called “a short Asian guy” a precise description. What if the assistant who had contacted Richardson wasn’t Max, but Mr. C.’s other assistant? That also made me wonder if Mr. C. wasn’t Chinese, someone who had known the Lan family, and who, for some reason, decided to target Liling and then her son. Still, the only person who could come up with a list of potential suspects was Aren.

The thoughts about Mr. C., Haskett, Max, and Lanfen occupied my mind on the way back to the penthouse. I should have been glad that Alan, Norton, and I had finally gathered all the evidence we needed against Blue Dreamland, and with the new set of firewalls in the Lan Diamond Corporation system, we could be certain that the hacker attacks could never happen again. Yet, instead of being in the mood to celebrate, I felt a knot tied around my stomach while I sat holding my phone and trying to find the courage to call Aren. I was so nervous I decided to open a bottle of wine and drink a glass to soothe my restlessness. I calmed down after the second glass and felt ready after the third one. I wasn’t drunk; I would rather call my state relaxed. I picked up my phone and made the call. “Hello?” Aren’s sleepy, hoarse voice sounded through the phone.

I gasped at the sexiness of his tone. “Hi… I’m sorry… I must have woken you up, right?” I laughed awkwardly.

“It’s 4 AM in Paris-”

“I’m sorry!”

“-but it’s nice to hear your voice,” he purred into the phone, sending a wave of pleasant shivers down my spine. “I’m an idiot. I shouldn’t have called you at this hour,” I sighed, giving myself a mental kick in the butt.

He chuckled. “At least I’m not working.” “And I’m taking away your sleep instead,” I said, letting out an ironic chuckle. “I would love you to take away my sleep now…” he muttered seductively. I bit my lip. He certainly wasn’t making it easier to say what I wanted to say. “The reason why I’m calling is that something happened today. I accidentally met-”

“What are you wearing?” His words caught me off guard.

“What?”

“What. Are. You. Wearing?” he asked again, his voice amused. I looked at my clothes and instantly felt the heat as if he was there looking at me with his hungry eyes. “Um… a T-shirt and a pair of shorts,” I replied, swallowing.

He murmured and then asked, “Do you have your hair tied or loose?”

“Um, tied up in a ponytail.”

your hair,”

“Indulge me,” he said, deepening his alluring voice. “You are the one who woke me up at 4 AM, so you should make it up for me

annoyed, but then took off my hairband and brushed my hair with my fingers.

“Do you have a bra

but his questions were making me more and more flustered. He didn’t listen. “I bet you don’t wear a bra, and as I got you nervous, those pink

had just become visible through my clothing.

teasingly. I cleared my throat. “And what are you wearing, handsome?” If he could play that game, so could

heard a breathy chuckle escape his throat. “I don’t wear anything. There’s hot in here, and

can’t focus during the day, and I dream of you at night, “he whispered to the phone. “Y-you dream about me?” I choked

that I’m yours…” My heart fluttered, causing the avalanche of emotions that flooded every inch of me. The craving, the lust, and the desperate need — I could feel them all at that moment, and they all mixed with the pain of knowing that even if he said those words, there could be nothing beyond the

laughed hoarsely. “I’m

the blood in my veins began to boil. “Then maybe you

the only drug for me.” His sudden statement

“I thought that you’re still hesitating…”

just know that I cannot give you my all… not yet, not

little more time, we would find our happy ending, and I was about to test that honesty.

more terrified I

a minute.

Broadway…” I mumbled

do on Broadway?”

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