Chapter 67 Flirtatious

The man's handsome face revealed no emotional fluctuation, but his aura grew colder.

Faced with his sister's questioning, Thurman blushed suddenly. "What date? I was just helping a junior with her studies."

Elizabeth didn't believe his words. "Oh please, when have you ever helped someone with their studies? Clearly, you've taken an interest in her."

"She has a boyfriend, so stop making wild assumptions."

"A boyfriend?" Elizabeth paused. "Baby mentioned that you liked a girl at the cinema who had a boyfriend. Could it be the same person?"

Before he could answer, Elizabeth started connecting the dots in her mind. "Well, well, Thurman. So, you're into this kind of thing, liking someone who's already taken. It seems your hobbies align with Laura's. But don't worry, I support you. Just go and snatch her away. With my little brother's qualities, he can get any celestial beauty!"

Thurman stared at her for a few seconds and shook his head with a sigh. "Later, please don't say you're my sister, okay?"

How embarrassing.

With that, he got up and left their seats.

Elizabeth muttered, "You little rascal... ah!"

Suddenly, the guests at the table behind them stood up. The back of their chair collided with Elizabeth's chair, causing her to spill most of her drink onto her legs, wetting her high-quality tailored dress.

Her white dress was now soaked in red wine, presenting a sorry sight.

Elizabeth placed her cup on the table and quickly stood up, turning around angrily. "What's wrong with you-"

She stopped halfway through her sentence.

Her eyes met the person who had knocked into her chair, and she froze.

Four eyes locked.

In that brief moment, Elizabeth inexplicably felt a prick in her heart.

But she quickly snapped out of it and focused her attention on the person's appearance.

Oh, my goodness, there's such a breathtaking beauty in Emberton City?

Elizabeth's charming brows and eyes curved into a smile. "Sir, you bumped into me."

Avila's expression was cold, and he made a perfunctory "hmm" with thin lips.

Elizabeth, "......"

Huh?

What does "huh" mean?

So rude!

But...Considering how handsome he looked, she didn't want to bother with him.

Elizabeth smiled and humorously said, "Hey handsome, your hair is a mess."

Avila looked at her expressionlessly.

Ignoring him, she continued, "Did you mess it up accidentally because you were in such a rush to come down to earth?"

Avila, "......"

He paused, realizing she was crazy.

Without stopping, he turned around and left.

Elizabeth stood dumbfounded, watching his figure in awe. A phrase she had heard somewhere popped into her mind.

The brilliant lights shattered the starlight, scattering undissolved silence in his eyes.

She took a few steps forward and asked his departing figure, "Sir, what's your name?"

The man paid no attention and quickly walked away with long strides.

Just as Elizabeth was about to catch up, the man's large hand grabbed her waist, and she heard a warning through gritted teeth, "He's not someone you should mess with."

Elizabeth froze and turned her head to see the handsome face looming over her.

Pouting her red lips, she turned around and hugged him, coquettishly saying, "Dylan, help me out, won't you? If he plays the male lead in the next play, it will definitely be a hit."

Only then did the expression on Dylan's handsome face soften slightly. He wrapped his arm around her shoulder and said, "I can't help you with that favor."

"Why not?"

"Because he is Avila, what do you think?"

"......"

Elizabeth widened her eyes in disbelief and looked towards the entrance. "Oh, my goodness, is Avila Group's CEO really that handsome? The female employees of Avila Group are so lucky."

Dylan, "......"

Infatuation.

He couldn't help but furrow his brows and ask, "Don't the employees of the Morris family have any luck?"

Seeing the obvious jealousy on his face, Elizabeth leaned in and whispered in his ear, "How can they compare? You are my one and only privilege."

Only then did Dylan smile and take her to the guest room to change her clothes. Thankfully, he had brought spare ones, knowing she would get confused.

However, Avila rarely showed such emotions.

Just now, Dylan witnessed from a distance. how he deliberately knocked over the red wine in Elizabeth's hand.

Dylan stared at his wife's charming eyebrows and eyes, feeling slightly distracted.

...

Morris family's villa.

Avila returned at a not-so-late hour, 9:30 pm. At this time, she probably hadn't gone to bed yet.

Thinking about the crazy person he encountered at the banquet, his mood became inexplicably sour.

Elizabeth...

Before he left, he saw Dylan taking Elizabeth in his arms, and the sight left him unsettled.

Avila had an intense desire to hold that lunatic in his arms.

Dylan, the eldest son of the Sharp Family, took over the family business a few years ago and successfully shifted its focus to the entertainment industry.

On the day of Elizabeth and Dylan's wedding, Avila remembered that he accompanied Joel to attend the wedding.

However, at that time, his attention was fully on Lara, who was arguing with Doreen, and he did not pay any attention to Mrs. Lu.

Unexpectedly, she turned out to be a fool despite her refined appearance.

Moreover, he felt like he had seen that woman somewhere before.

Avila didn't delve deeper into it as other things occupied his mind.

Regarding Dylan's younger brother, who is Lara's classmate.

Putting two and two together, it's not difficult to conclude that Thurman, mentioned by Lara on the phone as her classmate who tutors her, is the one.

This realization made him feel a sense of unease.

Upstairs.

Avila pushed open the bedroom door, and a faint fragrance filled his nostrils. He raised his hand and loosened his tie, slowly walking in.

On the spacious princess bed, a woman lay defenseless, her slender and fair legs dangled back and forth.

His gaze fell on her delicate feet, and his Adam's apple rolled slightly. He walked over and extended his hand, gently holding her foot, which was like white jade, in his palm.

Lara, wearing headphones and listening to music, was suddenly startled when her foot was grabbed, and she immediately turned over and exclaimed.

Avila sat down by the bed, firmly holding her foot and not letting her pull away. His long, slightly calloused fingers lightly caressed her smooth and tender sole.

He curved his lips, a teasing smile in his eyes, and said, "Who else besides me would dare to touch you?"

Lara, still startled, raised her slender eyebrows and glared at him. "Avila, what's the point of scaring me like this all the time?"

He slowly shifted his gaze from her fair foot to her blushing face and said with enjoyment, "Not bad."

Lara bit her lip hard, but even with much effort, she couldn't pull her foot out. Annoyed, she couldn't help but say, "Let go of me."

Leaning against the edge of the bed, the man stared into her deep eyes without blinking. "Okay, try pouting and see if I'm satisfied. If so, I'll let go."

Lara, "..."

Pout?

Is he crazy?

Lara remained silent for a few seconds, just looking at him with puzzled disbelief, questioning if she had misheard.

Avila, however, deepened his smile. "What's wrong? Can't even pout?"