"Morris Jackson!!"
When Lyra Smith called out this name, she almost lost her footing.
Seeing Morris Jackson's face, so real in front of her, Lyra's hand waved behind her as if she wanted to grab onto something. Sophia Jackson held Lyra's hand, whispering encouragement, "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, my uncle won't bite."
Lyra had heard this sentence at least eight hundred times already.
It was true that Morris Jackson didn't bite, but he was very intimidating.
Lyra had been afraid of him since she was little, and even now that she had grown up, she was still afraid of him, instantly defeated by just one glance.
Sophia tugged on Lyra, nodding her head in greeting, "Hello, Uncle."
Knowing her place, Lyra followed suit and nodded obediently, "Hello, Uncle."
Morris Jackson, who stood inside the door, had just taken a shower. He wore a waffle-patterned bathrobe provided by the hotel, loosely tied with a sash, and his hair was half-dry, hanging slightly over his forehead.
His superior complexion radiated a lazy satisfaction from being full, losing a bit of his usual intensity.
He looked leisurely at Lyra outside the door, his thin lips lifting slightly, "What's the matter?"
No, no." Under the pressure of his aura, Lyra subconsciously responded.
"Then why did you knock on the door?"
Lyra didn't know what to say in response.
She stared blankly at the face before her.
Morris Jackson!
The famous helm of [Tianna Holdings] in San Carlos!
Also, a man who could stir up bloody storms in the city just by himself.
Now in his thirties, he was already successful and accomplished, and no one could match the experiences he had created or the legends he had founded.
But how could he be the person inside room 5122?
Could it be that the person she had accidentally slept with last night was Morris Jackson??!!
No!
This must be an illusion.
Lyra slowly took a deep breath, telling herself to calm down, but when she closed her eyes and reopened them, Morris Jackson's indifferent face was still in front of her, and the number 5122 remained unchanged!
His dark, deep eyes stared at her, "There must have been a reason for knocking."
His voice was not as cold as it usually was, but warmer.
Lyra pinched her own hand but heard Sophia scream, "Lyra, you hurt me."
Lyra didn't have time to deal with Sophia, after all, Morris Jackson was her relative, and she wasn't as afraid of him as Lyra was. Rather, she had to get away quickly and came up with a clumsy excuse, "Uncle, I'm sorry. I knocked on the wrong door and disturbed you."
She said the words 'knocked on the wrong door' very unconvincingly, swallowing several times, "Uncle, please don't be angry. I'm leaving right now, right now."
With that, she turned to leave.
"Stop!"
At the command to stop, Lyra stood rooted to the spot, afraid to move.
Morris Jackson's gaze fell on Lyra's delicate silhouette, his thin lips pursed like a willow leaf, waiting for her to turn around by herself. A few seconds later, Lyra obediently turned herself around.
Morris Jackson beckoned, "Come here."
Lyra's inner voice: I'm going to die, I'm going to die, I'm going to die.
He should know, right?
They both slept last night, he must know!
So now, is he going to settle last night's accounts with her?
No, she was the one who came to settle accounts with him!
Lyra shot Sophia a pleading look. She really hadn't intended to sleep with Morris Jackson; if she had known that the person she would share that hectic night with would be Morris Jackson, she would have banged her head against the wall until she came to her senses.
Morris Jackson took in every vivid expression on Lyra's face, his lips moved, and after a long while, he finally spoke, "Are you still very afraid of me?"
"No." Lyra instinctively denied and shook her head, "How could I be afraid of Uncle, I just respect you."
Morris Jackson: "Lyra, you don't have to respect me."