Chapter 376: 376
If audio player doesn't work, press Stop then Play button again
Deming knocked at the door of the closet. He knew that Lifen was still inside, so he waited outside to let her complete. He thought he was on the winning side of the game that they began early in the morning, but little did he realize that the woman of his life was not some easy task to defeat.
When even after some time the door was not opened. He was about to knock it again and called out to know if she is fine. He lifted his hand in the air and was about to knock when suddenly the door slid on its own.
The man has thought of teasing her a little more but the moment his eyes fell on her, he was all stumped and dumbfounded. Lifen was dressed in a white low cut top, paired with black colored denim jeans. There was also a jacket hanging on her arms which was intended to complete her outfit but she has yet to wear it.
Her hair was perfectly done in a way that was further completing her look and at the same time was beautifying her neck on the show. Deming's eyes went wide when he looked at her like this. She was carrying a total enchantress look, the look that can tempt anyone in the world.
"This … This", now it was his time to lose his senses and brain.
Lifen did not bother to pay any heed to him. Glancing him once, she directly walked past him like there was nothing to discuss or explain to him. Looking at her like this, the man could only blink his eyes and turned to face the direction she was walking.
He waited and waited thinking that at least once she will look at him and give a warm greeting smile to him. He has completely forgotten about the game he has played early in the morning. Right now he was only a kid who wanted to get the attention of the only person in his eyes.
But the woman was in no mood to give him what he was asking for. This was her way of retaliating his torture from morning. If he wanted to play with ice then she would retaliate it with sizzling fire.
She went to her dressing table just to give the last few touches to her minimum to zero make up, totally ignoring the man who was having his eyes fixed on her.
Not able to take her ignorance anymore, Deming walked to her and asked, "Little Cat! What is this?"
Lifen smirked looking at him through the mirror and then asked nonchalantly, "What? What is it?"
"This … Why are you getting ready early in the morning? You are still weak. You need to take rest at home", he said trying his best to hide the possessiveness he was feeling inside his heart. The look she was carrying at this moment was urging him to lock her in the room so that no other man can get to see her like this. He wanted to keep this look of hers, all for himself. Not only this look, her every look makes him grow possessive to another level.
When she heard his words getting so frank and direct, Lifen turned to face him. Her eyes held a slight expression of disbelief. "Didn't I already tell you that I have to go to the Corporation. Works are getting piled up on my table. They need my attention. So I am just getting ready to go there".
"Getting ready to go there? Why do you have to get ready to such an extent just to visit your workplace?" he asked with haste when he saw that his words were not making any changes in her. Lifen eyes turned to look at him suspiciously as if asking him to be clear with his intentions and words.
"What do you mean by getting ready to such extents? I am just preparing myself a little. I am not going to walk in the garden, rather have to go and represent Li Corporation, the biggest fashion brand of our country. Do you really think I can carry myself casual, just like I want?" she asked, eyeing him.
Her words made Deming shrug his shoulders while he presented his next words of excuse. "You look good in everything. So how does it matter to get dressed like this particularly. You can even represent this whole world in sleepwear pajamas. Why bother yourself with so much effort?"
"Really? Haha … thanks for the compliments. But I have not pulled any great efforts. I am all okay. I can't miss out on anything in particular today particularly. I have a meeting with the new models our brand has assigned. If I don't look good then how can I make them interested", she said with a smile of anticipation and then turned again to give her lips, another light stroke of the gloss.
Deming's fists got clenched at the side. She was again bringing up those models. She has dressed especially like this for them? A wave of possessiveness washed over him as his eyes went to her glossy lips that were looking so soft and plum to be crushed.
His eyes moved to look at the nape of her neck where he had marked her early in the morning. When she looked, she found there was no mark visible. 'She has purposely and efficiently concealed that mark. Fine, I am capable of giving thousands of such beautiful marks to her. I will happily oblige with her wishes then', he snorted internally as he eyed her as his prey.
Though Lifen was ignoring him, still she was all well informed about his movements and expressions. The more she caught that look in his eyes, her body got stiffened and her senses warned her about the danger that was waiting for her.
Hurriedly donning everything, she picked up her purse and said, "You too have to get to work. Don't bother yourself with me. I will go down and wait for you on the dining table. Get ready fast!".
Completing her words, she quickly walked forward to get her escape but she has overestimated her swiftness. The man she was challenging was more swift than her. Before she knew he had already gone forwards and shut the escaping door she was depended upon.
"I think you are quite in a hurry Little Cat", he said as he gestured to her to look at the clock. "There is still much time left. It's just early morning and about breakfast, we can go together", he said as he reached her in just a few long strides.
Lifen walked backwards the same way any small animal would act in front of the beast, until her legs touched the edge of the bed. "What are you doing? I have to look into some files and also have to discuss things with Grandpa. Let me go and you can come afterwards"
She said and then tried to get up from bed, in order to take one more attempt to escape. But things won't work according to her especially when the man was in his form. "Are you trying to avoid me?" he asked as his arms went to wrap around her waist and in the next moment pulled her towards him.
Her eyes got closed and she restrained herself to look into her eyes. She does not want herself to lose her control yet and she knows that the moment she will look into his predating eyes; she will lose herself completely again.
"I – I have work", she tried.
"It's okay, you will still have time and I believe you. But at this moment look at you like this, I am just not able to control myself, especially when I still have the lingering excitement left from yesterday" he said as his fingers hooked his chin up to his eyes and then went to softly graze her skin.
"Your white neck is attracting me the most", his fingers slid to her neck and collarbone. "And also this lips, they look so appealing today", he added and then gently leaned down to touch her lips with his.
As their lips touched, her body shivered. "Deming …!"
"Yes!" he responded to her call instantly as if waiting to hear his name from her lips again.
"Deming we will get late!" she still had her rationality lefty so she put her words of escape again.
"Yes, we are going to be late. So let me complete what I have started. This neck …"He said and without any hesitation crashed his lips. This time both have lost their senses. They lost their footing on the ground and took a fall on the bed.
But the sudden fall does not disrupt anything. It only helped Deming in getting a more proper angel with her. His fingers slowly and slowly got intertwined with hers as both of them were again lost in the strong sensations they were going through. The man was all absorbed in his artwork without caring about someone knocking on the door.
Please report us if you find any errors so we can fix it asap!
Deming knocked at the door of the closet. He knew that Lifen was still inside, so he waited outside to let her complete. He thought he was on the winning side of the game that they began early in the morning, but little did he realize that the woman of his life was not some easy task to defeat.
When even after some time the door was not opened. He was about to knock it again and called out to know if she is fine. He lifted his hand in the air and was about to knock when suddenly the door slid on its own.
The man has thought of teasing her a little more but the moment his eyes fell on her, he was all stumped and dumbfounded. Lifen was dressed in a white low cut top, paired with black colored denim jeans. There was also a jacket hanging on her arms which was intended to complete her outfit but she has yet to wear it.
Her hair was perfectly done in a way that was further completing her look and at the same time was beautifying her neck on the show. Deming's eyes went wide when he looked at her like this. She was carrying a total enchantress look, the look that can tempt anyone in the world.
"This … This", now it was his time to lose his senses and brain.
Lifen did not bother to pay any heed to him. Glancing him once, she directly walked past him like there was nothing to discuss or explain to him. Looking at her like this, the man could only blink his eyes and turned to face the direction she was walking.
He waited and waited thinking that at least once she will look at him and give a warm greeting smile to him. He has completely forgotten about the game he has played early in the morning. Right now he was only a kid who wanted to get the attention of the only person in his eyes.
But the woman was in no mood to give him what he was asking for. This was her way of retaliating his torture from morning. If he wanted to play with ice then she would retaliate it with sizzling fire.
She went to her dressing table just to give the last few touches to her minimum to zero make up, totally ignoring the man who was having his eyes fixed on her.
Not able to take her ignorance anymore, Deming walked to her and asked, "Little Cat! What is this?"
Lifen smirked looking at him through the mirror and then asked nonchalantly, "What? What is it?"
"This … Why are you getting ready early in the morning? You are still weak. You need to take rest at home", he said trying his best to hide the possessiveness he was feeling inside his heart. The look she was carrying at this moment was urging him to lock her in the room so that no other man can get to see her like this. He wanted to keep this look of hers, all for himself. Not only this look, her every look makes him grow possessive to another level.
When she heard his words getting so frank and direct, Lifen turned to face him. Her eyes held a slight expression of disbelief. "Didn't I already tell you that I have to go to the Corporation. Works are getting piled up on my table. They need my attention. So I am just getting ready to go there".
"Getting ready to go there? Why do you have to get ready to such an extent just to visit your workplace?" he asked with haste when he saw that his words were not making any changes in her. Lifen eyes turned to look at him suspiciously as if asking him to be clear with his intentions and words.
"What do you mean by getting ready to such extents? I am just preparing myself a little. I am not going to walk in the garden, rather have to go and represent Li Corporation, the biggest fashion brand of our country. Do you really think I can carry myself casual, just like I want?" she asked, eyeing him.
Her words made Deming shrug his shoulders while he presented his next words of excuse. "You look good in everything. So how does it matter to get dressed like this particularly. You can even represent this whole world in sleepwear pajamas. Why bother yourself with so much effort?"
"Really? Haha … thanks for the compliments. But I have not pulled any great efforts. I am all okay. I can't miss out on anything in particular today particularly. I have a meeting with the new models our brand has assigned. If I don't look good then how can I make them interested", she said with a smile of anticipation and then turned again to give her lips, another light stroke of the gloss.
Deming's fists got clenched at the side. She was again bringing up those models. She has dressed especially like this for them? A wave of possessiveness washed over him as his eyes went to her glossy lips that were looking so soft and plum to be crushed.
His eyes moved to look at the nape of her neck where he had marked her early in the morning. When she looked, she found there was no mark visible. 'She has purposely and efficiently concealed that mark. Fine, I am capable of giving thousands of such beautiful marks to her. I will happily oblige with her wishes then', he snorted internally as he eyed her as his prey.
Though Lifen was ignoring him, still she was all well informed about his movements and expressions. The more she caught that look in his eyes, her body got stiffened and her senses warned her about the danger that was waiting for her.
Hurriedly donning everything, she picked up her purse and said, "You too have to get to work. Don't bother yourself with me. I will go down and wait for you on the dining table. Get ready fast!".
Completing her words, she quickly walked forward to get her escape but she has overestimated her swiftness. The man she was challenging was more swift than her. Before she knew he had already gone forwards and shut the escaping door she was depended upon.
"I think you are quite in a hurry Little Cat", he said as he gestured to her to look at the clock. "There is still much time left. It's just early morning and about breakfast, we can go together", he said as he reached her in just a few long strides.
Lifen walked backwards the same way any small animal would act in front of the beast, until her legs touched the edge of the bed. "What are you doing? I have to look into some files and also have to discuss things with Grandpa. Let me go and you can come afterwards"
She said and then tried to get up from bed, in order to take one more attempt to escape. But things won't work according to her especially when the man was in his form. "Are you trying to avoid me?" he asked as his arms went to wrap around her waist and in the next moment pulled her towards him.
Her eyes got closed and she restrained herself to look into her eyes. She does not want herself to lose her control yet and she knows that the moment she will look into his predating eyes; she will lose herself completely again.
"I – I have work", she tried.
"It's okay, you will still have time and I believe you. But at this moment look at you like this, I am just not able to control myself, especially when I still have the lingering excitement left from yesterday" he said as his fingers hooked his chin up to his eyes and then went to softly graze her skin.
"Your white neck is attracting me the most", his fingers slid to her neck and collarbone. "And also this lips, they look so appealing today", he added and then gently leaned down to touch her lips with his.
As their lips touched, her body shivered. "Deming …!"
"Yes!" he responded to her call instantly as if waiting to hear his name from her lips again.
"Deming we will get late!" she still had her rationality lefty so she put her words of escape again.
"Yes, we are going to be late. So let me complete what I have started. This neck …"He said and without any hesitation crashed his lips. This time both have lost their senses. They lost their footing on the ground and took a fall on the bed.
But the sudden fall does not disrupt anything. It only helped Deming in getting a more proper angel with her. His fingers slowly and slowly got intertwined with hers as both of them were again lost in the strong sensations they were going through. The man was all absorbed in his artwork without caring about someone knocking on the door.
Deming knocked at the door of the closet. He knew that Lifen was still inside, so he waited outside to let her complete. He thought he was on the winning side of the game that they began early in the morning, but little did he realize that the woman of his life was not some easy task to defeat. When even after some time the door was not opened. He was about to knock it again and called out to know if she is fine. He lifted his hand in the air and was about to knock when suddenly the door slid on its own. The man has thought of teasing her a little more but the moment his eyes fell on her, he was all stumped and dumbfounded. Lifen was dressed in a white low cut top, paired with black colored denim jeans. There was also a jacket hanging on her arms which was intended to complete her outfit but she has yet to wear it. Her hair was perfectly done in a way that was further completing her look and at the same time was beautifying her neck on the show. Deming's eyes went wide when he looked at her like this. She was carrying a total enchantress look, the look that can tempt anyone in the world. "This This", now it was his time to lose his senses and brain. Lifen did not bother to pay any heed to him. Glancing him once, she directly walked past him like there was nothing to discuss or explain to him. Looking at her like this, the man could only blink his eyes and turned to face the direction she was walking. He waited and waited thinking that at least once she will look at him and give a warm greeting smile to him. He has completely forgotten about the game he has played early in the morning. Right now he was only a kid who wanted to get the attention of the only person in his eyes. But the woman was in no mood to give him what he was asking for. This was her way of retaliating his torture from morning. If he wanted to play with ice then she would retaliate it with sizzling fire. She went to her dressing table just to give the last few touches to her minimum to zero make up, totally ignoring the man who was having his eyes fixed on her. Not able to take her ignorance anymore, Deming walked to her and asked, "Little Cat! What is this?" Lifen smirked looking at him through the mirror and then asked nonchalantly, "What? What is it?" "This Why are you getting ready early in the morning? You are still weak. You need to take rest at home", he said trying his best to hide the possessiveness he was feeling inside his heart. The look she was carrying at this moment was urging him to lock her in the room so that no other man can get to see her like this. He wanted to keep this look of hers, all for himself. Not only this look, her every look makes him grow possessive to another level. When she heard his words getting so frank and direct, Lifen turned to face him. Her eyes held a slight expression of disbelief. "Didn't I already tell you that I have to go to the Corporation. Works are getting piled up on my table. They need my attention. So I am just getting ready to go there". "Getting ready to go there? Why do you have to get ready to such an extent just to visit your workplace?" he asked with haste when he saw that his words were not making any changes in her. Lifen eyes turned to look at him suspiciously as if asking him to be clear with his intentions and words. "What do you mean by getting ready to such extents? I am just preparing myself a little. I am not going to walk in the garden, rather have to go and represent Li Corporation, the biggest fashion brand of our country. Do you really think I can carry myself casual, just like I want?" she asked, eyeing him. Her words made Deming shrug his shoulders while he presented his next words of excuse. "You look good in everything. So how does it matter to get dressed like this particularly. You can even represent this whole world in sleepwear pajamas. Why bother yourself with so much effort?" "Really? Haha thanks for the compliments. But I have not pulled any great efforts. I am all okay. I can't miss out on anything in particular today particularly. I have a meeting with the new models our brand has assigned. If I don't look good then how can I make them interested", she said with a smile of anticipation and then turned again to give her lips, another light stroke of the gloss. Deming's fists got clenched at the side. She was again bringing up those models. She has dressed especially like this for them? A wave of possessiveness washed over him as his eyes went to her glossy lips that were looking so soft and plum to be crushed. His eyes moved to look at the nape of her neck where he had marked her early in the morning. When she looked, she found there was no mark visible. 'She has purposely and efficiently concealed that mark. Fine, I am capable of giving thousands of such beautiful marks to her. I will happily oblige with her wishes then', he snorted internally as he eyed her as his prey. Though Lifen was ignoring him, still she was all well informed about his movements and expressions. The more she caught that look in his eyes, her body got stiffened and her senses warned her about the danger that was waiting for her. Hurriedly donning everything, she picked up her purse and said, "You too have to get to work. Don't bother yourself with me. I will go down and wait for you on the dining table. Get ready fast!". Completing her words, she quickly walked forward to get her escape but she has overestimated her swiftness. The man she was challenging was more swift than her. Before she knew he had already gone forwards and shut the escaping door she was depended upon. "I think you are quite in a hurry Little Cat", he said as he gestured to her to look at the clock. "There is still much time left. It's just early morning and about breakfast, we can go together", he said as he reached her in just a few long strides. Lifen walked backwards the same way any small animal would act in front of the beast, until her legs touched the edge of the bed. "What are you doing? I have to look into some files and also have to discuss things with Grandpa. Let me go and you can come afterwards" She said and then tried to get up from bed, in order to take one more attempt to escape. But things won't work according to her especially when the man was in his form. "Are you trying to avoid me?" he asked as his arms went to wrap around her waist and in the next moment pulled her towards him. Her eyes got closed and she restrained herself to look into her eyes. She does not want herself to lose her control yet and she knows that the moment she will look into his predating eyes; she will lose herself completely again. "I I have work", she tried. "It's okay, you will still have time and I believe you. But at this moment look at you like this, I am just not able to control myself, especially when I still have the lingering excitement left from yesterday" he said as his fingers hooked his chin up to his eyes and then went to softly graze her skin. "Your white neck is attracting me the most", his fingers slid to her neck and collarbone. "And also this lips, they look so appealing today", he added and then gently leaned down to touch her lips with his. As their lips touched, her body shivered. "Deming !" "Yes!" he responded to her call instantly as if waiting to hear his name from her lips again. "Deming we will get late!" she still had her rationality lefty so she put her words of escape again. "Yes, we are going to be late. So let me complete what I have started. This neck "He said and without any hesitation crashed his lips. This time both have lost their senses. They lost their footing on the ground and took a fall on the bed. But the sudden fall does not disrupt anything. It only helped Deming in getting a more proper angel with her. His fingers slowly and slowly got intertwined with hers as both of them were again lost in the strong sensations they were going through. The man was all absorbed in his artwork without caring about someone knocking on the door.
