Chapter 68 She Acts Like a Psychopath While Smelling His Sheets

The man had been drinking, and his voice even carried a hint of tipsiness.

Just by hearing him say those words, Lara's face started to flush. "I can't."

"You can."

Avila believed that among the women he knew, she was the best at being stubborn and pouting.

Earlier at the party, before he left, he saw Doreen, that idiot's wife, clinging to him and pouting, acting cute.

He thought of her at that moment, a kind of indescribable itch in his heart, wanting her to hold him like this, to whisper and be coquettish, just like before.

Lara didn't give up and tried to use her own strength to free her foot, but unfortunately, aside from hurting herself, her foot remained motionless in his grip.

Not only that, after several attempts, she gasped for breath and collapsed, powerless.

A low chuckle escaped from his throat as the man's cold and handsome face revealed a rare delight. Holding her beautiful foot, he leaned down and kissed it.

Lara froze.

She forgot to breathe, feeling a warm touch on her ankle, trembling and shivering as the kiss trailed up her calf.

"...Avila..."

She couldn't bear it and called his name, "Don't do this."

He pressed against her body, leaning over her with the kiss, his breathing becoming slightly hurried. "What did I do?"

She smelled alcohol. "You drank?"

Sigh.

He blew his foul breath on her face in a malicious manner, "Just one glass."

She looked disgusted and tried to push him away. "You're so dirty, go take a shower!"

"Guess what kind of drink I had, if you're right, I'll go take a shower."

"..."

Lara was baffled. "How would I know what you drank? If you want to stay in my bed, just say so."

"Heh..." He chuckled and immediately captured her rosy lips.

His kiss was both tender and filled with desire.

After a long time, he withdrew from her mouth and asked hoarsely, "Could you taste the drink?"

"..."

She was already dizzy.

Kissed by him, intoxicated by the scent of alcohol he brought, she felt intoxicated, as if she had been drunk.

Avila sighed heavily and lifted her off the bed. "Forget it, you don't have to guess"

Lara was startled, clutching his clothes. "What are you doing?"

"You told me to take a shower."

They showered together.

"..."

In the middle of the night, Lara was thirsty.

She turned over and pushed the man beside her, "I want water."

Avila turned on the bedside lamp, glanced at the time, half past five, and lowered his head to see the woman in his arms lick her lips.

He lifted the blanket and got out of bed to pour her a glass of water. Supporting her, he said, "Open your mouth."

With closed eyes, Lara drank most of the glass with gulps. While drinking, she wondered why he was the one who drank alcohol but it was her who felt thirsty in the middle of the night.

After waking up, Avila couldn't fall asleep anymore, so he went outside to smoke a cigarette.

The sky was already slightly bright, with street lamps extinguishing one by one. Gazing into the distance, there was silence.

Lanes Her Chateau, a truly affluent area, so wealthy that there wasn't even a hint of smoke or fire.

Avila suddenly felt a bit fed up, feeling like he had had enough of this place and becoming annoyed.

He turned around and looked at the woman sleeping uneasily on the big bed, feeling a bit restless only then.

Gradually being driven away, he flicked his cigarette butt and turned to leave.

Just as he lifted the thin blanket and lay down, the woman immediately turned over and rubbed her nose, muttering in disgust, "The smell of smoke is so unpleasant."

Upon hearing her words, he gently patted her back with his hand and said, "Go to sleep."

It took her quite a while before she fell into a deep sleep again.

The woman in his arms seemed to have let down her guard again, lying softly on him.

He knew that the fact of his ownership had given him permission to touch her.

Women always get moved by such insignificant things.

In the darkness, he curved his lips into a silent smile.

He had taken everything back, and as long as he wished to, he would eventually be able to tame the woman in his embrace.

Everything went smoothly...

But still, he felt dissatisfied, even more empty inside than before.

The man sat coldly on the bed, blending into the darkness of the bedroom. Over time, he seemed to merge with the darkness.

What was he dissatisfied with?

He didn't know.

He couldn't find the answer.

Time ticked away, minute by minute.

When Lara opened her eyes, it was already 9 o'clock in the morning.

Startled, she slumped back down after waking up.

Nine o'clock... She had missed her morning elective class.

Lara wailed as she flipped on the large bed. In the minimalistic hues that surrounded her vision, she belatedly realized that she had actually spent the night in Avila's bed.

She had been tormented by him last night, and she fell asleep from exhaustion. She had no idea how she ended up being carried here.

The man seemed to be very enthusiastic about that kind of thing, tireless even, always pushing her to the point of fainting before he would stop.

He appeared so cold and restrained in daily life, yet was so passionate in bed.

Recalling the intoxicating night from before, a blush appeared on Lara's delicate face.

From initial resistance to present compromise, it was not just her mentality that had changed.

Physically, she truly experienced pleasure... Well, if he could restrain himself a little, it would be even better.

Lara pinched the blanket and sniffed it, a faint fragrance with a refreshing and chilly scent, not like shower gel or perfume, exactly like his scent...

Realizing what she was doing, she vexedly let go of the blanket and slapped her head. "Lara, can you stop acting like a pervert!"

Rolling over, she found her phone on the bedside table and immediately picked it up.

There was a missed call from Secretary Lennon.

She called back, yawning and asked, "What's the matter?"

"Madam, Mr. Avila has changed your class to the afternoon. He asked me to remind you not to forget to go to school."

Lara curled her lips and replied, "Thank him for me."

After keeping her awake all night, not allowing her to rest, and now rushing her to go to school, did he think she wasn't good at studying?

Hmph.

Lifting the blanket, she rubbed her sore waist and legs, trembling, and made her way back to her own bedroom.

She walked into the walk-in closet after opening the door, and she froze for a few seconds.

The clothes from the previous season...

The clothes, I don't know when they were replaced with new.

She recalled yesterday morning's conversation with a sneer, that should do it. Don't just hurry her to school; these are the most important parts of decorating Mrs. Avila's identity.

Thinking back to the last time she was mocked by Doreen; she was still held a grudge.

After changing clothes and freshening up, she had a light breakfast and had the driver take her to school.

Coincidentally, she saw Thurman again at the school gate.

However, this time there was a fashionable and young beauty standing beside him.

As she approached, she realized that this beauty was none other than Doreen.

People, they really can't stand being nagged. She thought of Miss Lu when changing clothes, and now she ran into her at the school gate.

Sigh.

What a small world.