Parting her thin lips—
"Aphrodisiac perfume."
The low voice was extremely seductive, a simple few words made her utterly blush with shame.
She supported herself on his chest, wanting to leave, but he held her waist tightly.
"You're not allowed to go back on your word, hmm?"
"I... What do you want it for?"
"What do you think? Don't play dumb."
"I... I don't know!"
"Whether you know or not, remember to give it to me."
"..."
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Downstairs, Rowan Benett, upon receiving an order, was preparing a late-night snack and heading upstairs when Salma Lula stopped him.
She lifted her skirt, her figure graceful and tall, "Young Master Benett, do you know where Travis went?"
Rowan Benett frowned, "How would I know? Isn't he always following you around lately?"
Salma's delicate eyebrows knitted tightly, "Sorry, I'll go ask someone else."
Rowan shrugged his shoulders and turned to enter the elevator.
