Tristan Grayson turned to the side and patted his leg. "Sit down!"
A flash of surprise crossed Mika Sumrs’s eyes, and her face flushed red. ’Sit down? On his lap?’ She’d thought Tristan Grayson had called her over to scold her.
"Sit down. Don’t make say it a third ti!" Seeing her lack of reaction, Tristan Grayson’s patience instantly vanished.
Mika Sumrs had no choice but to steel herself and sit down.
Tristan Grayson wrapped an arm around her from behind. He picked up a little of each dish with his chopsticks, placed it on top of her rice, and commanded, "Eat it all."
"Huh?" ’Eat it all? So Tristan Grayson called over just to make eat?’
Tristan Grayson repeated coldly, "Eat it all..."
Now, Mika Sumrs was absolutely certain she hadn’t misheard. Realizing that, like her, Tristan Grayson hadn’t eaten yet, she gathered her courage and said softly, "If I finish this, what will you eat? I can just go back and eat my own al." As she spoke, Mika Sumrs tried to stand up.
Her words ward Tristan Grayson’s heart, but the cold expression on his face remained unchanged. He held her waist tightly, preventing her from leaving. "I can just eat you."
"Eat ?" Mika Sumrs’s entire body went rigid.
’She never imagined such suggestive words could co from Tristan Grayson’s mouth, let alone sound so... natural.’
Words couldn’t even begin to describe how red her face was.
Tristan Grayson spun the turntable on the table, bringing over the bowl of rice he had just prepared for Mika Sumrs. He found her blushing face adorable and pleasing to the eye. In an excellent mood, he leaned close to her ear, his voice sinfully smooth, and slowly asked, "What are you thinking? You aren’t... hoping that I’ll—eat—you, are you?" He drew out the last two words deliberately, one by one.
This left Mika Sumrs so mortified she wished the ground would swallow her whole. ’So? I misunderstood? Tristan Grayson was actually talking about eating my bowl of rice?’
At this point, Mika Sumrs was too embarrassed to utter a single word. All she could do was steel herself, lower her head, and quickly finish her food to end the charged atmosphere. Otherwise, she was afraid her heart might just beat itself to death.
However, the mont she lowered her head to eat, she heard the man let out a muffled groan.
Startled, her chopsticks fell onto the table with a CLATTER. Trembling, she turned her blushing face back to look at Tristan Grayson’s sowhat dark expression and asked cautiously, "Um... uh... can I go back to my seat?"
The man’s breathing had obviously grown heavy, yet the hand on her waist didn’t loosen its grip. His tone was cold and absolute. "No."
Mika Sumrs was on the verge of tears from anxiety. She could clearly feel the man’s reaction beneath her. ’Things are already like this, so why won’t he let go?’ Her eyes darted around. She felt she had to ask again; otherwise, there was no way she could finish this al in peace. So, she pointed to the chair nearest Tristan Grayson and stamred, "Th-then... can I get down and sit there to eat?"
"You can’t!" Tristan Grayson was about to lose his mind. ’He was dying to take this infuriatingly tempting woman right here, right now, but she just kept fussing. In his current state, how could he possibly let her get down? The mont she did, she’d see everything.’
"But..."
Just as Mika Sumrs was about to protest again, Tristan Grayson finally lost his patience. "Say one more word, and I’ll take you right here!"
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