Doted by Many: I became the Top-Tier Celebrity! Chapter 30: Just Want to Throw Myself Into His Arms and Call

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Aiden Shaw lowered his head, his dark chestnut eyes falling on her nails painted with red polish.

There was a certain force, felt instantly through the shirt, from the softness of her palm.

The receptionist was completely stunned.

Is this little vixen here to find the brother, or her husband?

Or did she co here for a rich man!?

She intended to step forward and stop it, however, upon seeing the scene below, she forgot to move.

Tiana Thorne’s pretty pink fingers lightly drew a circle on his chest, with a voice carrying a unique laziness: "You’re so tall, tiptoeing is making my legs sore. Won’t you invite inside to sit?"

Everyone inside the room, from seventy to seventeen or eighteen years old, suddenly turned into giraffes staring at them.

Eager to grow ears like sails, to listen to what the girl was whispering, just felt so alluring.

Tiana Thorne was actually prepared to be pushed away by him.

To her surprise, his broad palm fell on her lower back, and as he led her out of the hall, even the wind felt chillingly sharp.

But she was so close to him, the faint orchid musk intertwined with hints of n’s shampoo, inexplicably felt very unique.

Soon after, he pushed open a nearby door.

Simultaneously, he released his hand from her waist.

If not for the warmth remaining on her waist from his palm, she almost thought she flew into this room without him touching her.

Looking up, she sensed his clear, wind-like aura, even his breathing was orderly, without the slightest discord.

Ha.

Indeed a man with great self-control.

Tiana Thorne took off her sunglasses, smiled: "Thank you, Aiden."

Aiden Shaw’s eyes deepened slightly, but he didn’t respond to her words.

"When did you get a girlfriend?"

Suddenly, Tiana Thorne heard another voice, soothing like tea, stirring an inexplicable feeling in her heart.

She followed the voice, first seeing Jesse Rivers’ shocked face.

Finally, she saw the owner of the voice, and with just one look, her breath beca tense.

The man seed to be about twenty-seven or twenty-eight, wearing rose-golden glasses, his slicked black hair carefully styled, his features as refined as Aiden Shaw, with long elegant eyebrows and eyes narrow like stars.

Thin lips, an upright nose.

Every detail enough to drive a woman crazy.

If Aiden Shaw was abstinent, clear and pure like wind and wine.

Then this man, was cold and moist, clean like tea, cultured yet unique.

He was... Maxim Ford.

Brother...

Tiana Thorne’s breathing quickened as she stared at him, her heart pounding wildly.

Perhaps an inherent familial feeling arose, at that mont, she just wanted to rush into his arms, call him brother.

Aiden Shaw’s gaze deepened as it lingered on her genuine expression, lips pressed tight: "Don’t know him."

Maxim Ford’s eyebrows furrowed, disturbed by her unwavering attention, he adjusted his glasses.

Tiana Thorne then realized her gaze had been too blatant.

She quickly withdrew her gaze, returned to her usual demure deanor, and pulled a subtle smile: "Hello, you must be Maxim Ford, Mr. Ford, right?"

Jesse Rivers: "..." This look... Is she Mr. Ford’s little fan girl?

Instinctively, she looked towards Master Shaw.