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While Mia Foster was taking a shower, Felix Shaw leaned against the bed and secretly chatted with Elizabeth White on WeChat. Elizabeth knew about his engagent today, but since Felix didn’t ntion it, she had to pretend she didn’t know.
Just now, Frances called her and said that Felix’s fiancée already knew about the baby...
Although Frances said that Mia Foster appeared calm, as a woman, very few wouldn’t be angry if their fiancé had a child with another woman, unless they truly didn’t care.
How Mia Foster feels about Felix Shaw is still unknown to Elizabeth White, but given that she confronted the situation with Felix, she must care.
Just like before, she playfully asked Felix if he missed her and when he would fly over to visit her on set again...
Felix replied with two words. Soon, with Felix’s promise, Elizabeth’s restless heart gradually cald down, just as Sister Lisa had said: regardless of whether she can marry into a wealthy family, for now, clinging to Felix, her towering tree, to quickly rise to fa is what matters.
The two were chatting enthusiastically when suddenly, Mia Foster pushed open the bathroom door and ca out. Felix hurriedly stuffed his phone behind the pillow, not even having ti to exit WeChat.
Never having formally dated a boyfriend, Mia Foster regarded the engagent banquet as sacred as a wedding. She specifically instructed the hotel to prepare a nightgown, red in color, and the silk fabric clung to her, highlighting her snow-white skin.
Her long hair, wiped with a towel, was still damp. She brought out a hair dryer and, walking over to Felix, handed it to him, "Help dry my hair."
Felix licked his lips. He had never done it before, so he said, "I don’t know how."
"You’ll know after trying once." Mia Foster plugged in the dryer, turned around, and sat in front of the bed, stating matter-of-factly.
Felix looked at the hair dryer in his hand, then at Mia’s long hair, hesitated for a mont, and flipped the switch. His long fingers, though not adept, managed to lift Mia’s hair, blowing it dry with the dryer.
In front, Mia Foster’s lips slowly curved upward.
Drying hair doesn’t require much skill, from initial clumsiness to final proficiency. After Felix had dried Mia’s long hair, he surprisingly felt a bit unsatisfied. Seeing Mia stand up, he looked at the buzzing dryer in his hand and decided to blow his short hair as well, which made Mia burst into laughter.
Reaching out, she took the dryer, "Hand it over, I’ll do it for you."
Even though his hair was mostly dry, having soone willing to serve him, Felix wouldn’t miss such a delightful opportunity. He turned his body and sat cross-legged on the bed.
Mia Foster knelt behind him, her fair fingers gently threading through Felix’s short hair, blowing each part carefully. Felix, too, closed his eyes in comfort, the corners of his lips unconsciously lifting.
When they lay down to rest, it was already close to three in the morning. After turning off all the lights, seeing Felix still sleeping with his back to her, Mia shifted closer, turned his body over, then pulled one of his arms around to pillow it behind her head.
Phew...
Felix secretly took a deep breath. He wasn’t a saint unmoved by desire; was it really necessary to test him like this...
The image of Mia stepping out of the bathroom was still fresh in his mind: her snow-white skin, long and slender legs, and... Closing his eyes, Felix felt his heartbeat racing beneath his chest, his thoughts already wandering.
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