Rural Belle & Three Heirs

He took a step forward towards Chloe. The air was thick with tension, enveloping the two of them, as if time had come to a standstill at that moment.

His resolute face bore a hint of coldness, and his eyes flickered with indescribable complex emotions. Grant's stride was steady and powerful, each step crashing towards Chloe like waves, causing her heart to beat faster with every approach.

Before she could react, Grant's fingers had already reached towards the mole on her face. With a precise and gentle pinch, he removed the fake mole that Chloe had meticulously attached to her face. A wave of confusion and astonishment filled her heart, and she felt as though she was on the verge of being overwhelmed by a flood of emotions.

Looking directly into her eyes, he straightened his back and said, "Yeah, I've fallen for you..."

Grant's confession left Chloe at a loss. Her heart tightened suddenly, and her breathing became rapid. She had no idea how to respond to Grant's declaration; everything was happening too suddenly and beyond her expectations.

"So, when I see other guys hitting on you, I get jealous," he continued. "does that make sense to you?"

Grant noticed Chloe's nervousness. Maybe to avoid making things too awkward, Chloe tried to convince herself he was joking.

Afer all, Grant was the eldest son of the Martin Family, running the Martin Group, always surrounded by women.

How could he possibly fall for a girl seven or eight years younger than him?

Besides, she had a bad temper, was impulsive, and always loud. How could Grant fall for someone like her?

Thinking this, Chloe relaxed a bit. She waved her hand to brush off Grant's hand from her face.

"Grant, stop messing around. Joking like this isn't cool."

She turned to hide her flustered state, but Grant suddenly moved, wrapping his arm around her waist from behind, pulling her into his embrace.

Chloe's body stiffened instantly.

Grant pressed his face against her neck, so close she could feel his warm breath.

With him, such a handsome man, standing right behind her, and Chloe felt as though she were about to lose control of herself.

"Grant... what are you doing?" Her voice trembled slightly, lacking confidence.

Grant calmly replied, "I'm not joking.

So, Chloe, I need you to know, I've fallen for you, and it's deep.

My love has nothing to do with any engagement; it comes from my heart. Chloe, let's date."

After saying that, Grant lifted Chloe and began to kiss her.

It seemed Grant had an immense desire to kiss Chloe.

Every second he spent with her, he wanted to conquer her with his kisses.

Chloe was lost in Grant's kiss, unable to pull away. In the large presidential suite, the only sounds were their nervous breaths.

Chloe felt a surge of desire.

Alone in a room with a man, she thought Grant would surely take her completely tonight.

But he didn't.

Just when they were uncontrollable, Grant suddenly pulled away from Chloe.

He reluctantly kissed her lips and murmured, "I can't go too far. I just want to kiss you. Chloe, I want to save our most beautiful moment for our wedding night..."

After saying that, Grant turned and left Chloe's bedroom, rushing into the bathroom. Soon, Chloe heard the sound of running water.

She knew Grant was using cold water to suppress his desires.

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Chloe's heart was in turmoil as Grant left. Lying in the bedroom of the presidential suite, she couldn't stop thinking about him.

She liked his face, his lips, his chest muscles, and his strong, fit waist.

It seemed that every part of Grant's body could trigger all of Chloe's fantasies about a

man.

To suppress these thoughts, Chloe wrapped herself tightly in the blanket. Unexpectedly, a few minutes later, Grant returned from his shower and insisted on sleeping with her.

He squeezed his body into Chloe's blanket, his strong arms wrapping around her from beneath her neck, holding her tightly.

Chloe panicked.

She had never slept in the same bed with a man before.

What was Grant trying to do?

"Grant... why are you in my bed?" In her panic, Chloe stopped calling him "Grantie" and boldly called him by his name.

Fortunately, Grant was in a good mood and didn't mind.

Grant replied, "As your temporary guardian, I'm afraid you'll sneak out again. Sleeping

in your bed is my way of supervising you."

This response was rather diplomatically phrased, wsn't it? Grant's intentions of taking advantage were blatantly obvious!

"But you're a guy, and I'm a girl. It's not appropriate for us to sleep together, right?" Chloe was still uneasy.

Grant confidently said, "It's very appropriate. We've kissed and hugged. Sleeping together is normal."

As he spoke, his hands became a bit restless. One hand was on top, the other below, with the lower hand gently tracing circles on Chloe's firm stomach with his fingertip.

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The tingling sensation made Chloe's body freeze, not daring to move.

"Grant, I'm not used to this. You should sleep in the other room," she pleaded.noveldrama

Sleeping next to a handsome man with a fit waist, no woman could possibly fall asleep, right?

Especially when Grant was so good at flirting, how could Chloe sleep in such an environment?

"No, I'll sleep with you. You'll get used to it," he insisted. "Be good, it's late. Let's sleep."

Seeing Chloe was too nervous, Grant finally let her go. He held her quietly, watching her drift into sleep.

That night, Chloe slept fitfully.

In her half-asleep state, she noticed that Grant seemed to take several showers throughout the night...

The next morning, Chloe was awakened by the sound of her phone's Facebook notifications.

When she opened her eyes, she found that Grant was no longer beside her.

Still groggy, Chloe checked her phone. In the group chat with Rena and Zara, they had

already sent a long string of messages.

Zara: [Chloe, sorry I missed the main point last night. Are you okay?]

Rena: [Chloe. How was Mr. Martin last night? He didn't hurt you, did he?]

Zara: [Mr. Martin is older than her. How could he hurt her? I bet the condoms I gave

her were definitely used. Chloe, spill the tea, how was Mr. Martin in bed?]

Rena: [Zara, you're too blunt. How can you ask that? You should subtly check if Chloe was ok.]