Chapter 108

Alexander’s POV

I lounged indolently on the sofa, toying with a pink phone between my fingers. This was Scarlett's phone, and the color suited her quite well, since sometimes her body would also flush with that same pink hue.

Clifford's voice echoed in my ears, but I had barely registered a word. He was going on about my engagement to Lillian again, as if it were some divine blessing.

I gazed coldly at Lillian sitting across from me, her pleading eyes stirring a flicker of annoyance within me. She fell so short of Scarlett in every way, both in appearance and substance.

Just then, the pink phone in my hand began to ring, its melodious tone shattering the awkward silence that had fallen over the room. I raised an eyebrow as I checked the caller ID, a smile tugging at the corner of my lips. Pressing the answer button, I held the phone to my ear.

"Hello, I'm the owner of this phone, may I..." Scarlett's voice came through from the other end, tinged with hesitation.

"May you what?" I deliberately interrupted her with an intimate tone, "We've only been apart for a short while, and you're already missing me?"

From the corner of my eye, I saw Lillian's face instantly darken, and Clifford's expression grew serious. This is exactly the effect I wanted. I laughed inwardly.

"Alexander, your marriage to Lillian has been delayed for several years now," Clifford cleared his throat, attempting to regain control of the conversation. "Lillian is nearly 27. What young woman could..."

"Fine," I cut him off lazily, making sure Scarlett could hear every word I said on the other end, "Lillian can get married anytime she wants. But Mr. Harber... you know I'm a playboy, and that wouldn't be fair to Lillian..."

Clifford predictably flew into a rage, standing up and storming out of the room. Lillian hesitated for a moment before following him out.

Watching them finally leave, I leaned back on the sofa and couldn't help but laugh.

But before I could relax for a moment, the reception room door was opened again and quickly shut.

With the sound of the lock clicking into place, I turned to see Lillian standing there, a look of determination on her face.

"Miss Harber, what are you doing?" I asked, narrowing my eyes, as I placed the phone on the table and turned on the speakerphone function. Time to teach Scarlett a lesson about trying to give up on me so casually.

"Alexander," Lillian wrung her hands, her voice filled with nervousness and anticipation, "I know I don't understand much, and I know you find me boring... but I truly like you. I'm willing to..."

She didn't finish her sentence, but her intentions couldn't have been clearer. I watched her gather her courage and approach me, finding her both amusing and somewhat tiresome.

"You like me that much?" I smirked condescendingly, beckoning to her. Come on, show me just how desperate you are, and let Scarlett hear it too. Let's see how she reacts.

Lillian's face turned crimson as her stiff fingers moved to her back, and with the faint sound of a zipper, her cream-colored dress slipped to the floor. Her body was fully exposed before me, her delicate skin flushing pink with embarrassment.

I squinted my eyes, appreciating the sight before me, but feeling that something was missing. She's not Scarlett. The thought lingered in my mind, and I couldn't help but make comparisons:

Her neck isn't as long and elegant as Scarlett's.

Her skin isn't as smooth and delicate as Scarlett's.

Her breasts aren't as full and perky as Scarlett's.

Her buttocks aren't as firm and round as Scarlett's.

Her legs aren't as straight and long as Scarlett's.

Even her voice isn't as alluring as Scarlett's.

All in all, Lillian was utterly unremarkable in my eyes. After making such comparisons, I found it difficult to hide my disappointment. I hadn't even changed my position on the sofa once.

"Alexander, you're treating me like..." Her words were laden with pain.

Before she could finish, I reached out and gripped her chin. "Lillian, I told you, I'm not a good man. Understand?" I leaned in close and said softly, "Pleasing a man comes at a price. There's no need for us to go this far. Besides..."

I smiled as I bent down to pick up her clothes from the floor, while simultaneously letting out heavy breaths into the phone. With a wave of my hand, I indicated that she could leave.

Paying no attention to her reaction, I simply whispered urgently into the phone, "Faster! Faster!" My voice filled with feigned desire. Scarlett, are you listening? Are you aching with jealousy right now?

Then came the sound of the call disconnecting. Damn it.

I sat up straight, propped my legs up on the table, and fastened my belt with one hand, staring at the ceiling and cursing angrily: "Damn it, was my moaning not seductive enough? Did she just hang up like that?"