When Eva Miller received Oliver Johnson’s call, it was already past eleven at night.
She was half-asleep, and instinctively picked up the phone, imdiately bursting into curses.
"Are you nuts? It’s the middle of the night, and you’re making annoying calls with such enthusiasm!" Her words were slurred, but if she had known it was Oliver Johnson making this annoying late-night call, she might have wanted him to do it a few more tis.
Oliver Johnson smirked; her scolding was so loud and shocking that he had to hold the phone a bit away from his ear.
After a while, there was silence on the other end of the line.
With a ’bang’, she tossed the phone to the other end of the bed.
Oliver Johnson hung up and then called again.
Eva Miller beca agitated and freaked out, diving to the other side of the bed. She wanted to see which bold fool was disturbing her dreams, oh no, her peaceful sleep.
She grabbed the phone, her eyes wide open, about to curse, but when she saw the number...
"Brother Johnson, why are you still awake so late? Is there sothing you need?" She sounded soft and sweet, like a little lamb.
"Are you free?"
"Oh, yes!" she blurted out.
"Alright, I’ll send a driver to pick you up later."
"Huh?"
Eva Miller hadn’t processed yet; so late at night, where did he want to take her?
Could it be, could it be, he wanted to...
Eva Miller swallowed hard, unsure of what to do. Although she liked him, if she did all these intimate things with him before he admitted he liked her, would it be inappropriate? But if she refused him, would she lose her chance forever...
Eva Miller paced back and forth in her room, her emotions in turmoil.
Half an hour later, soone called to say that Oliver Johnson had sent them to pick her up.
There was no way around it; she quickly changed, washed her face, and went downstairs.
The driver took her to a five-star hotel.
Eva Miller stood at the entrance, looking up at the grand and opulent building.
She accurately found Oliver Johnson’s room, holding the room card the driver had given her.
"Eva, if you’re afraid, there’s still ti to back out."
"As a woman, the most important thing is to be reserved, to respect yourself. You can’t just throw yourself at soone because you like them."
"n probably don’t like that kind of thing."
"..."
She stood at the door, desperately battling with her thoughts.
But in the end, all her defenses crumbled at the ntion of Oliver Johnson’s na.
Because he was Oliver Johnson, so whatever about being reserved, whatever about self-respect, it could all go to hell.
Being with him was her greatest happiness.
She was just about to swipe the room card when the door suddenly opened.
"Oliver, Brother Johnson..." Her hand awkwardly froze in place, a trace of a smile forming at the corners of her mouth as she greeted him.
The driver had said he dropped her off at the hotel fifteen minutes ago, but she hadn’t appeared in his room yet.
He couldn’t wait any longer, and just as he was about to open the door, he ran into her.
"Co in." He opened the door wider, seemingly making so kind of invitation.
Eva Miller hesitated for two seconds, then stepped forward into the room.
The white, warm bed, the soft and cozy lighting, the atmosphere was sowhat ambiguous.
"Sorry for calling you over so late." He filled his glass with wine and took a small sip.
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