Chapter 8: Teasing

After another round of drinking, Monica, was now full and satisfied, scanned the room and realized that Steven was gone.

She pushed Eric's hand and asked, "Where's Steven?"

"I don't know," Eric casually threw a card, "He probably went back to his room after drinking too much."

Monica felt uneasy and remembered his strange mood earlier today. A sense of worry unexpectedly arose within her. When she realized it, she was shocked by her own thoughts.

Why would she worry about Steven?

Certainly, tonight, Steven drank that bottle of wine for her, and since she was a person with a conscience, it was reasonable for her to show some concern.

With that thought in mind, she quickly convinced herself and got up to find Ryan, asking him to get another room key for Steven room..

"Just wait for me, I'll make a call to the manager," Ryan slurred, fumbling with his fingers to find the manager's number. Finally, he dialed and handed the phone to Monica.

She quickly made her request to the on-duty manager,briefly

After a brief exchange, she I returned Ryan's phone to him and went to the manager's office to collect the room key.

I'll go check on him, just to make sure he's not dead from drinking too much Monica told herself.

Monica found the room and first tried knocking a couple of times, but no one answered, so she swiped the keycard to enter.

In her hand, she held a cup of honey water, which she had just casually asked the manager for. Even if Steven questioned why she suddenly barged in, she had a reason to say it was out of concern, afraid that he would drink himself to death in the room.

A perfect excuse that also showcased her beauty and kindness. Monica was quite satisfied with this idea.

The room was pitch black and completely silent, with the light from the corridor flooding in behind her, illuminating the entrance hall.

She saw Steven's phone placed on top of something, probably left there after he returned to the room.

Monica turned on the light, closed the door, and changed into a pair of slippers from the cabinet, walking lightly inside.

Ryan had arranged luxurious suites for everyone in the hotel, ranging from one-bedroom to three-bedroom suites. Monica stayed in a one-bedroom suite, while Steven's should be a two-bedroom.

The layout of the rooms was similar, so she confidently made her way to the living room, and as expected, she saw Steven leaning against the sofa, tilting his head back, his arm raised with the back of his hand covering his eyes, seemingly asleep.

Monica placed the honey water down and walked over to pat him. "Are you dead?" she asked.

He didn't move, only his chest rising and falling gently, breathing calmly and softly.

She sat down next to him, and in the air, there was a rare atmosphere of soothing tranquility.

It seemed like moments like these were few and far between since they had met.

Monica suddenly remembered something and leaned closer, lowering her head to look at his lips.

The wound had healed long ago, with no trace of a scar left, but she still remembered its location. She lightly poked it with her finger, then softly spoke the words of concern that had been delayed for a week by her irritation, "Does it hurt?"

Immediately after, she scoffed, "If it hurts, you deserve it. Bite me next time."

He didn't react.

Monica found this side of Steven, who was always at the mercy of others, to be rare. SoSo, she pinched his cheek and tickled his waist, and played with his fingers. After a while, she suddenly thought of something, got up and walked around the room, and came back holding a pen in her hand.

She sat back down next to him, removing the hand that covered his eyes.

The warm-toned light in the living room enveloped his face, casting a faint glow. The closed eyelids hid his pitch-black and profound eyes, while the dim light slid over his prominent nose, casting a small shadow.

Monica scrutinized for a while and thought that even if Steven went bankrupt in the future, he would probably still be able to live a well-off life by selling his looks.

She took off the pen cap and brought the pen tip close to his cheek, gesturing in the air, seemingly contemplating where to begin.

Faced with this rare opportunity, Monica decided to do some "artistic creation" on his face and then take a picture with her phone to have some leverage over him.

Steven seemed to care a lot about his reputation, so with an unflattering photo in her possession, wouldn't he obediently submit to her? She wondered.

The more she thought about it, the more excited she became, and her actions became bolder, disregarding being on his right side.

Unable to use hermy hands, Monica I simply stretched her my legs and stepped over, kneeling on either side of his legs. She I stood up straight, towering facing him from above, as she I looked down at him.

"In return for you drinking for me tonight, I can reluctantly make you look a little less ugly," she said, with a hint of mischief in her voice..

As she spoke, she lowered her head and got closer to him. One hand supported his cheek, while the other held the pen, ready to fall onto the captivating mole under his eye.

Thanks to Monica’s acrobatics, theThe two were very close, and in the quiet space, they could even hear their breaths intertwining. Soft strands of hair fell, with a few brushingbrushings against his cheeks, gently tickling as she moved.

Monica involuntarily held her breath, lowering her wrist. Just as she was about to put pen to paper, she was caught off guard by his fluttering eyelashes.

Her hand trembled, nearly causing her to fling the pen, but the man caught her wrist just in time.

Steven opened his eyes and MonicaShe met a deep gaze from his dark eyes.

Steven opened his eyes.

Chapter 9: Game