"No, there’s no need..." I’m still wrapped in a bath towel, not even dressed, how could I let him help me? That would truly lead to the bed. He seemed to smile again, as his voice was joyful when he spoke, "Alright then, you get yourself ready, I’m in the sunroom on the second-floor terrace." The last time I was here, he showed me around the whole house, so I know where the sunroom is on the second floor. It’s a leisure area over there, the whole room is made with blast-proof glass, and on clear nights, you can gaze up at the entire sky. It wasn’t too late at the moment, it looked like he planned to stargaze. I put on the clothes he prepared for me. A gray loungewear set, very comfortable and well-fitting. Even the underwear fit perfectly. The underwear bore the scent of laundry detergent, suggesting it was washed after being bought. I didn’t dare think about what was going through his mind while doing all this. Is he, like me, fantasizing about various scenarios in his head, lost in the pleasure? Blow-drying my hair, I looked at my bare face in the mirror. Because of the hot steam, my emotions were stirred, and my whole face was blushing redder than when I wore makeup, surprisingly alluring. I wondered if he would tease me again if I went over . However, if I dallied any longer, it would be bedtime. I took a deep breath, braced myself, and went to the sunroom. "You’re here?" Daniel Carter had indeed been waiting for a long time. As soon as he heard my footsteps, he turned around and reached out to me. He was comfortably nestled on a bean bag chair, with a pot of fruit tea on the low table beside him, a delicately sized stove keeping the tea warm, chunks of fruit bobbing lively inside. I walked over, playfully complaining, "Drinking so much tea at night will make you get up to use the restroom..." Complaining, yet still walking towards him, putting my hand in his palm. Gently, he held it and pulled me around, directly into his embrace. "Then drink less." He smiled, tightening his arm to hold me securely, lowering his head to take a deep breath at my neck. "I thought you wouldn’t dare to come..." He murmured softly into my neck. I felt a bit ticklish, turning my head away, laughing, "Stop that, it’s like ants crawling over me..." "Hmm... the ants want to crawl into your clothes, and then—into your heart." He continued to murmur, each word fiery and passionate, making resistance futile. I couldn’t control myself, tightly clasping his arm that was wrapped around me, wanting to push him away, yet unable to stop holding on. "Daniel... stop it, I’m thirsty, I want tea—" I was particularly flustered. It’s not that I’m unwilling to have something happen with him, but it’s the sunroom here. Everything is transparent. That would be so embarrassing. Daniel sensed my tension, inhaling deeply at my neck twice before loosening his hold slightly. With one hand free, he poured tea while keeping the other arm wrapped around my waist. I turned to look and asked in confusion, "Why is there only one teacup?" "Is there any need to have two?" He asked back matter-of-factly, pouring fruit tea, placing the teapot back on the stove, then carefully bringing the teacup to my lips after blowing on it. "I can drink by myself." The position was too close, my cheeks felt like they were on fire. "No need, the teacup is hot, I’ll hold it." He gently evaded while reminding me timely. I had to sip a few times from his hold. It was hot, but refreshing in taste. "You’ve got the knack for this!" I looked at him, praising. He smiled, "I just looked it up online, learning on the spot." I laughed even more cheerfully, "Second Master Carter is indeed impressive, whatever you do, it’s second nature." "Thank you, President Miller, for the compliment." We praised each other. The cup of tea was shared, sip by sip, until it was finished. Daniel put the teacup back and continued to wrap his arm around my waist after withdrawing his hand. "Lily, I have something serious to discuss with you." "Mm, go ahead." I looked at him, my gaze filled undisguised with love. From this close range, admiring his features, truly flawless, making one want only to lean in. "When you go to Veyrona, how about I assign you a bodyguard?" He spoke softly and tenderly, seeking my opinion. I looked at him, "Is it necessary?" "Yes, you know, Westvale can be quite chaotic, street robberies happen often. Wasn’t there a recent incident where some celebrities went there for a program and got robbed just after landing?" I remained silent, not refuting, as I’d seen the news too. Back then, colleagues discussed this passionately, a bit worried about our safety there. "My personal bodyguard, Eric Shaw, I’ll have him accompany you. He’s very skilled, selected by my grandfather himself, can take on ten at a time, easy. Don’t worry, I’m not planting a spy to monitor you, it’s really for your safety," he explained in detail, fearing I’d misunderstand. I looked at him, my eyes filled with happiness and touched emotion. "No need to explain, I trust you." I responded softly, my lips trembling with a slight smile, "I know you’re concerned about my safety." "Then... shall we have Eric accompany you tomorrow?" "He’s your personal bodyguard, if he goes with me, what about your safety?" Daniel replied unhurriedly, "I still have other people around me, including William Harris. Don’t think he’s just a secretary; he’s quite skilled too." I looked surprised, indeed not expecting that. But then another thought crossed my mind, frowning in curiosity, "Does your work... involve some dangerous factors?" "Yes, before, there was a senior engineer at our unit, attacked by thugs on the way home late at night, unfortunately passing away. Initially thought to be an accident, later realized it was organized and premeditated." Daniel recounted the past softly, sending a chill of alarm through my heart. "Spy activities can’t be left unguarded, so my grandfather assigned people to stay with me." After finishing, seeing my shocked expression, he chuckled to reassure, "Now the security is very good, the comrades from various departments are diligent, such incidents are very rare. Eric is really just my assistant and driver, don’t worry." "You don’t have to comfort me, I understand. Even if the probability is one in ten thousand, we can’t be careless." "Yes, exactly." He held my hand, gently caressing it, "I’m very cautious with my life, especially now that I’m with you, I cherish it even more." New ɴᴏᴠᴇʟ ᴄhapters are published on novęlfire.net I smiled, unable to resist touching his jaw, brushing against his rough stubble, asking softly, "Why?" He followed my hand, bringing his face closer, his lips leaning towards me, "You tell me why... hmm?" "Then I’ll kiss you until you understand—" With the fall of the last syllable, his burning kiss, like boiling water in the teapot bursting with steam, enveloped and scorched me completely.