On a plane bound for New York, Eric sat with his eyes closed, attempting to relax. Or rather, he was trying to conserve his energy.
After drinking the wine gifted by Han Sanping last night, he genuinely felt rejuvenated, almost as if he could move mountains.
Before drinking, his thoughts were along the lines of: "I'll try to keep it low-key tonight."
But after drinking, his mindset shifted decisively: "I could take on ten people if I had to!"
Yet, after the first two-hour "session," his energy began to wane.
By the time he and Nicole finished reading the script, fatigue had slowly overtaken him, and his enthusiasm had completely subsided by the middle of the night.
Han Sanping claimed his wine was better than small pills, with no side effects. But of course, it was a health drink, not some magic potion, so it couldn't completely drain Eric's stamina.
After working on the script, they fell asleep in each other's arms, waking up only after ten in the morning.
Leaving the house under Nicole's sly gaze, Eric realized she likely knew about his upcoming New York business and was trying to tire him out as a way to prevent any reckless behavior.
The best way to keep a man loyal was to ensure he had no energy left for mischief. To avoid paparazzi, he left in Nicole's car and now sat in first class on the plane. Even the most beautiful flight attendants were just fleeting shadows to him.
A few hours later, the plane landed, and as usual, a silver Porsche Panamera waited at the terminal exit. This had already become their unspoken tradition.
Elin Olsen, with her impeccable makeup, waved when she saw him.
Even through the car door and his dark glasses, he could sense her gaze full of desire and the subtle pheromone-laden scent she exuded.
"Ah…"
Life isn't easy, Eric thought, sighing to himself.
Reluctantly, he got into the car with this woman; he was too kind-hearted to refuse her.
Upon seeing him, Elin smirked, "So, you've finally left your little mistress and come to see this old lady?"
"Of course not," Eric chuckled, teasing her.
"Ah, well then, you're free to leave—I don't like to pressure anyone."
"Of course not~~, just wait, let me finish," Eric quickly amended.
"Haha, at least you have some sense."
The car started moving, and Elin took off her sunglasses, examining him closely. "Baby, what's with you? You don't look so great."
Eric sighed inwardly again, "I'm barely holding it together—how could I look good?"
"It's nothing. I'm just hungry. I rushed over to see you without even grabbing a bite. Don't you hear it? Not only is my stomach rumbling, but so is my 'little buddy.'"
No sooner had he said it than he realized it was a phrase he probably should've kept to himself; sometimes his mouth worked faster than his brain.
Elin gave him a playful glance, "Since you haven't forgotten about me, I'll take you out for dinner tonight."
"And what will we eat?"
"Seafood."
"Oh, then let's pick something mild—I have a slight mouth sore."
"Don't worry, this restaurant is one of the best in New York, especially for seafood."
"Alright, then I'll treat you to some 'milk' later tonight."
Elin laughed, then made a funny sound, mimicking a piglet.
"What does that mean? Why are you snorting like a pig?"
"You brat, you just love spoiling the mood. I'm driving, so if you don't want a crash, try to be a bit more active!"
Eric sighed, then leaned over and kissed her on the lips. The woman immediately smiled.
"By the way, how do you like my makeup this time? You said you don't like heavy makeup, so I went for something light."
"I think you look better with heavier makeup."
The car swerved sharply, and if not for the seatbelt, Eric might've hit his head.
"Idiot! Are you saying I look ugly?"
"Haha, of course not, sweetie. If I thought you were unattractive, would I make the trip to New York just for you? Los Angeles has plenty of beautiful girls waiting for me."
"Then what do you mean?" Elin asked.
"I mean that heavy or light makeup—it doesn't matter for you. You, Elin Olsen, possess a unique charm that doesn't rely on makeup or looks. It's a mature, feminine allure, understand? Just let a bit of it show, and many will want to kiss you."
Sweet talk always worked wonders, and the car straightened out.
"Eric, with your silver tongue, your looks, and not to mention your status in showbiz, I don't know how many girls you're able to fool."
Eric looked at her and chuckled to himself, "Your two nieces are already mine, thanks to you."
But despite these thoughts, he maintained a calm demeanor.
Eric firmly denied, "Don't insult me. I would never take advantage of naïve girls—deception isn't my style. I believe in mutual consent."
But no sooner had he finished speaking than Elin's eyes flashed, and she sternly asked, "And what about Ashley and Mary? Tell me the truth!"
Eric suddenly felt alarmed. "What? What are you talking about?"
"Don't play dumb! You've slept with those sisters, haven't you?" Her tone was sharp and accusatory.
Eric understood that if she was asking, she already had proof. He decided to stop hiding the truth.
"Yes, I have been with them. But how did you find out?"
Elin smirked coldly without answering.
"Wait, Ashley and Mary told you, didn't they?" Eric guessed.
Elin remained silent, smirking.
Eric scratched his head, "That's odd. Why would they tell you? They wouldn't even tell Jarnett."
"If Jarnett found out—even though she's long divorced from David—you'd soon see the former spouses unite and come after you!" Elin retorted harshly.
Eric involuntarily shuddered. After all, it was possible that the parents could seek revenge for him seducing their two daughters. Especially considering they had a younger daughter, who adored him.
And if in the future…
This thought alone was enough to drive the parents insane.
"Elin, you still haven't told me how you found out. Are your relationships with your nieces really that close?" Eric asked.
"They asked me to keep an eye on you, you fool!" Elin replied.
"What? To watch over me? Why?"
Elin pressed down on the gas, and the car sped up. "Because Mary was worried you'd be deceiving them. She thought that you were coming to New York under the pretense of work but were really meeting up with other women—especially Gal Gadot."
"So, they asked me to check if you're actually in New York, and that's how I learned about your relationships with them."
She cast him another angry look, and the car sped up again, reflecting her displeasure.
"You really managed to seduce both Olsen sisters. That's some skill!"
Eric laughed nervously. "It just proves that you made the right choice. If I wasn't so talented, how would I have ever attracted your attention, Elin Olsen?"
"Besides, it's thanks to you that I met Ashley and Mary. You're practically our matchmaker, aren't you?"
Elin scoffed. "I just didn't expect you'd actually manage it. Now we have a sensational headline that could shake the world: 'An Aunt and Her Nieces Share a Man.' My heart is genuinely embarrassed. This is madness!"
"Where exactly?" Eric asked.
"In my heart, isn't that clear?" replied Elin.
"Of course, it's clear. I just wanted to clarify."
"Why?"
"To know exactly where you need help."
"You little rascal, I'm driving!" Elin answered with a smile.
"And I'm also 'driving' in my own way," Eric replied.
The time was still early, and the seafood restaurant wasn't open yet. So, Elin insisted on shopping, and they headed to one of the busiest streets in the world—Fifth Avenue.
This place, filled with luxury brands, was a dream for many, but accessible only to the wealthy.
Upon entering a Prada store, the sales assistant quickly appraised Elin's expensive dress, noting her status. As for Eric, his appearance was striking, though his clothes didn't quite match his allure. The age difference between them only reinforced suspicions of him being the young lover of a wealthy woman.
But when Eric quickly took out a card to pay, the expressions on the salespeople's faces changed. It turned out their assumptions were wrong.
Staff in these places undergo special training and, even if they have thoughts, they would never voice them aloud. It would merely become another topic for their internal gossip.
Shopping lasted until sunset. Elin and Eric carried numerous shopping bags, having spent just a few tens of thousands of dollars.
In a good mood, Elin promised not to tell Ashley and Mary about his actions, forgiving him for his recent coldness. Of course, she couldn't do so herself, as she was far from innocent.
After the exhausting shopping spree, they headed to the "Felindale" restaurant and chose a secluded table in the corner. The restaurant was relatively empty, and dishes were served quickly. The seafood adorned their table, and Eric, genuinely hungry, looked at the lobster at the center of the table, ready to try it first.
"Wait, sweetheart, let me do it," Elin deftly cracked open the lobster, using a table knife to extract a glistening piece of meat. She first gently licked the tail, dipped it in sauce, and held it out for Eric.
Eric looked at her in confusion. "Is this necessary? Can't we just eat in peace? Your theatrics are drawing attention."
But Elin stubbornly looked at him. "I like it this way. Eat it up; I have a surprise for you."
"What kind of surprise?"
"Just eat first," she repeated insistently.
Eric relented and ate the lobster meat, continuing to chew as he looked at her. Elin smiled at him. "You need to eat everything, or I worry you won't have the energy for tonight's fun."
"Don't worry, I'll manage. But where's the surprise?" Eric wiped the corners of his mouth and asked.
"You'll find out soon enough. Unlike you, I keep my promises."
Eric seriously got down to his meal. Aside from everything else, the restaurant was genuinely excellent, especially the sauces, which paired perfectly with the seafood, giving it an exquisite flavor.
Half an hour later, the restaurant started to fill up, and an older couple, around sixty years old, sat down at the neighboring table. The man was impeccably dressed, and the woman looked elegant and refined.
Eric had already demolished most of the dishes, satisfying his hunger. Elin surveyed the room, then turned back to him with a mysterious smile. "At last, there are more people. Wait a bit; I have a surprise for you."
She headed to the restroom, and upon returning, wiped her mouth as if refreshing her breath.
"Elin, what are you up to?"
"Shh!" She placed a finger on her lips, looked around to make sure no one was watching, grabbed an ice cube, and disappeared under the table. The long tablecloth hid her actions, and even if someone looked, they'd see nothing.
When the zipper slid down, Eric realized what the surprise was.
Her words about needing more people became clear.
"Mmm…" he exhaled, feeling the gentle movements of her tongue.
Eric lowered his head, pretending to eat, though the food had lost all flavor as he merely went through the motions.
Suddenly, he felt something cold touch him, jolting his senses fully awake. It was as if fire and ice fused into one.
"Damn! So, this is what 'fire and ice' really means!"
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