The bath towel was pulled apart, the woman’s flawlessly white body appeared under David Redington’s deep blue eyes.

Leslie Howard was really infuriated by this man.

She had read through the script once, only marking the key points, intending to contemplate them a few more times after showering, while leaning against the bed.

Well, now she wouldn’t be reading the script... David, you’re so annoying.

With slightly calloused long fingers, he pinched Leslie Howard’s chin, pulling back her wandering thoughts.

"What are you thinking, not even focused when with me, hmm?" the man’s slightly complaining, even somewhat aggrieved voice sounded by Leslie Howard’s ear.

He pressed closer, his tall and imposing figure engulfing her.

"Thinking of how to kick you out!" Leslie Howard, unabashedly bit his broad shoulder.

This man is infuriating, he’d promised to focus on his Twitter, and tonight he’d obediently sleep on his own without disturbing her.

But what happened?

Humph, she would unfollow him later!

"You wouldn’t bear to..." David let her bite him, not even frowning, instead curling his lips into a low laugh.

In front of others, he was clearly quite aloof, like the noble and lovely moon, yet creating a sense of distance of one and a half million miles, coldly detached, hard to approach easily.

But in front of her, especially when pressing her down to the bed, his curled lip smile carried an extreme sensuality.

David didn’t know, when he occupied her from above like this, the curve of his lips was captivatingly sexy.

Still wanting to resist, Leslie Howard was thus drawn by the man’s smile and his deep blue eyes.

Her body uncontrollably softened in his embrace, David’s kisses fell like rain, everything seemed to flow naturally.

Just at the critical moment—

"@#￥#@￥@#￥..." the cell phone rang.

"It’s my mom." Leslie Howard knew without getting up, the ringtone was specifically for Sheila Fletcher.

"Ignore her." David, biting her lip, his voice hoarse and sexy.

Leslie Howard could even hear his breathing getting heavier.

"Hmm." Leslie Howard hummed softly, unsure if responding to David or expressing the strange feeling in her body.

The phone’s ringtone continued, ringing several times before finally stopping.

As the room returned to quiet, the atmosphere became more ambiguous and passionate.

As the two entwined...

Another round of ringing occurred then.

By now, lost in passion under David, Leslie Howard knitted her delicate brows and panted lightly: "It’s not my phone..."

She didn’t use such a ringtone.

"Hmm." David holding her, hummed low above her, "It’s mine."

"Aren’t you going to see who it is?" The ringtone kept ringing, Leslie Howard worried it might be urgent.

"No need." David lowered his head and kissed her forehead, "It’s my father."

This ringtone was exclusively for Duke Ken Redington.

"What!" Leslie Howard, her eyes originally dazed, instantly sobered, she pushed David.

"Your father’s calling, aren’t you going to answer..."

"No need, didn’t answer your mom’s call earlier, won’t answer my father’s now, it balances out. Honey, we have to be fair to our parents, can’t be biased."

What twisted reasoning, Leslie Howard was really amused by him.

The phone kept ringing persistently.

Clearly, Duke Redington was more persistent than Sheila Fletcher.

"You should go answer, your father keeps calling, maybe it’s urgent... um..."

Before finishing her words, the man who was lightly kissing her forehead lowered his head again to seal that continuous babbling lovely mouth.

He hated it when she wasn’t focused during these moments.

She was his, even in such moments, she should only think of him.

[Update complete, see you tomorrow night~]