Ever since an internet person suggested she lavish him with praise, Joy curated a lengthy list of compliments from the internet. She could send dozens to Dean each day without repeating any.
Dean, in the midst of a meeting, glanced at his phone as it chimed on the table, noting a WhatsApp notification.
Joy: I'm tired of playing the sweet young girl, I'm thinking of becoming your wife.
Dean: "?"
Immediately, his phone chimed again.
Joy: Divine love begins in Greece, my love begins with you.
Dean: "..."
Does she think she can trick me into marriage with such trite, insincere words?
Just as Dean was expressing his disdain, another WhatsApp notification sounded.
Joy: Meeting you must have depleted all my luck.
Joy: I've never seen a celestial being as beautiful as you.
Joy: Those who admire the stars clearly haven't seen your eyes!
Joy: You must have been a fizzy drink in your past life, right? Why else would I bubble with joy every time I see you?
His phone continued to chime. Seeing Dean focused on his phone, his subordinate, who was giving a presentation, fell silent. All eyes in the meeting room turned to him.
Dean furrowed his brow, his tone noticeably softer than before: "I want to see a complete plan for Star Building by next week. Meeting adjourned."
With his phone constantly chirping, conducting a meeting was near impossible. However, he was not one to turn off his notification sounds, lest he miss any important messages.
He was curious to see what kind of nonsense this Joy would send him next.
Joy got into a car to meet 'Joy', halting her barrage of messages to Dean. She feared that too many might be counterproductive.
Just as Dean returned to his office, the messages stopped.
His face is cold, he responded to Joy.
Dean: "That's it?"
Just as Joy was on the verge of dozing off in the car, the notification alert from WhatsApp roused her. To her surprise, the unapproachable and aloof Mr. Reed had actually responded to her!
"I just saw a rainbow in the sky, and you replied to me! You must be a child of the rainbow!"
Dean tossed his phone in annoyance. This woman's words were nothing but nonsense and lacked sincerity. She couldn't even manage to flatter him convincingly, yet she wanted to marry him?
Joy copied a few more messages for Dean before she arrived at her destination. She had exhausted her compliments for the day; it was time to attend to serious matters.
When Dean finished his work and was preparing to leave, he recalled his phone and glanced at it. The last message Joy sent him was: "Sorry for falling asleep on you without a goodbye. Apologies if I do it again."
Dean raised an eyebrow. Had this woman finally come to her senses?
Dean typed a few words with one hand and sent them off.
Joy had just finished meeting with another woman also named Joy. After their discussion, night had fallen. She had booked a room at the hotel where she had stayed the previous night and took a bath.
While bathing, she saw several marks of various sizes on her body. Her face flushed with embarrassment, the events of last night vivid in her mind. She was a virgin after
all.
It seemed impossible that the passionate and proactive person from last night was her. No... it wasn't her, it was the drug!
The more she cleaned herself, the more flustered she felt. She hurried through her bath, got out, changed into her pajamas, and then opened WhatsApp to see if Dean had replied.
As soon as she opened WhatsApp, she saw a little red dot indicating a message from Dean. She hurriedly clicked on it.
Dean: When's the next time?
Joy: ??? The next time for what?
She quickly checked the last message she had sent him. "Sorry for falling asleep on you without a goodbye. Apologies if I do it again."
Joy's mind exploded with realization. What did Dean mean? Was he asking when she would sleep with him again?
Was there something wrong with her thoughts? Had she misunderstood?
He was indeed a passionate young master. What about his abstinence? He hadn't touched the female lead until the end, he simply didn't like her at all!
He must have found her irresistible.
Good, she had a chance.
If Dean really just wanted to sleep with her and then marry her, she didn't mind. Who to marry, who to sleep with, with Dean's conditions, where could she find someone like him? Finding a gigolo would cost quite a bit of money, she was getting a good deal for free.
Although she thought this way, she had no experience in such matters. As much as she wanted to do it, she felt a little shy when she thought about it.
Moreover, she had taken a pill last night, which made her performance satisfactory to Dean. Without the pill, she didn't know what she would be like. If she disappointed Dean the next time they slept together, wouldn't the marriage be off?
Joy hesitated for a long time, feeling that it was even worse not to reply to his message, so she replied: "I have to go to City Hall tomorrow, might not have time."
Joy sent the message and nervously waited for Dean to reply. She had refused in a roundabout way, wondering if Dean would be angry.
Joy waited for a few minutes, but Dean didn't reply. She thought about drying her hair first. If Dean still hadn't replied after she finished drying her hair, she would call him.
After all, she had set her sights on Dean as her best marriage prospect.
Just as she was halfway through drying her hair, her phone chimed with a message.
Dean: City Hall?
Joy quickly replied: "Don't misunderstand, I have some things to take care of, not getting a license."
Dean, freshly bathed and holding a glass of red wine, stood in his high-rise apartment on the fortieth floor, looking at the city's lights through the floor-to-ceiling windows. He typed a few words into his phone with one hand: "I have half an hour of free time tomorrow."
Joy looked at Dean's message in a daze. Half an hour?
Considering how fierce Dean was last night, would half an hour be enough? Even an additional half an hour might not be sufficient.
She hesitantly replied: "Are... are you satisfied with just half an hour? And isn't scheduling such... such a thing a bit... unsatisfying?"
Dean almost choked on his wine at Joy's reply. This woman, who looked so pure and innocent, was full of such thoughts.
However, although he wasn't particularly passionate about physical desires, if Joy could please him like she did last night, he wouldn't refuse"Just out of curiosity, does... does half an hour suffice for you? And isn't it somewhat... lacking in spontaneity to schedule such... activities?"
Dean almost choked on his wine at Joy's reply. This woman, who looked so pure and innocent, was full of such thoughts.
Although he didn't have a strong physical desire, he wouldn't refuse if Joy could bring him the same joy as she did the previous night.
He preferred if Joy could be more proactive in this matter.
With a tap of his thumb, Dean initiated a video call.
Seeing the incoming call, Joy's face involuntarily flushed. They were just discussing the timing of their next encounter, why was he suddenly video-calling her? She was shy!
Taking a deep breath, she pressed the answer button.
The video revealed Dean wearing a bathrobe, sitting on a leather sofa. His black hair was still damp, and the bathrobe was loosely worn, revealing his well-defined chest muscles.
His deep, dark eyes squinted slightly as he gazed at the camera, the wine glass in his hand gently swaying.