Instinctively aware of how to bring joy to men, the escort made the first move by encircling Haroldâs neck with her arms and ki*sing him.
In response, Harold pressed her against the sofa, succumbing to desire.
After their intercourse, Harold casually inquired, âWhat is your name?â
âLillian,â she replied, assisting him in dressing with remarkable obedience.
Haroldâs playful smile emerged as he remarked, âItâs a lovely name.
â
Lillian blushed, enfolding her arms around his waist while asking, âMr.
Moore, when will you visit me again?â Harold lit a cigarette and took a few drags before responding.
âWeâll discuss that later.
â
A hint of disappointment flickered across her face.
She yearned to know if he desired heras his mistress.
After all, he had displayed great ardor just moments ago, repeatedly calling her Rena.
To her, Renaâs identity was inconsequential.
What truly mattered was the prospect of being involved with a wealthy man.
Harold, devoid of any inclination to engage in further conversation, promptly departed the club.
As he settled into his car, he glanced at his wrist to check the time.
It was already 11 oâclock, indicating it was time to proceed to the Fowler familyâs residence for lunch.
However, the thought of encountering Waylenâs face caused his handsome visage to darken, dampening his spirits.
Upon his arrival at the Fowler familyâs residence, Harold was taken aback to discover that Waylen had not yet returned.
Cecilia descended the stairs, clutching her phone and addressed her parents in a sugary tone, âIâm not sure what has kept Waylen so occupied.
He had promised to join us for lunch but now he claims he wonâ be able to finish his work until three oâclock in the afternoon.
â
Haroldâs hands clenched tightly, well aware of Waylenâs true engagements.
Nevertheless, he chose to feign composure and engaged in a game of chess with Korbyn.
Seated beside Harold, Cecilia spoke softly, attempting to placate him.
âDonât be angry, Harold.
Waylen didnât mean any harm.
â
Harold offered a smile, assuring her, âI wonâ let anger consume me.
â
Korbyn, quite content with Haroldâs response, cast a glance at his beloved daughter and remarked, âDo you truly believe that Harold possesses the thoughtlessness you often exhibit? He is a considerate individual who comprehends Waylenâs circumstances.
â
Harold tenderly embraced Cecilia, affirming, âCecilia possesses immense thoughtfulness herself.
â
Ceciliaâs heart warmed at his words.
Just as she was about to speak further, a distinct fragrance reached her senses, causing her to inquire, âHarold, why do I detect the scent of perfume on you?â
Haroldâs nerves were on edge, anxiety tingling through his veins.
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In his mind, he pondered whether it was the fragrance of the female escortâs perfume.
Attempting to ease the situation, he mustered a smile and said, âThis morning, I had to visit the hospital to change.
the dressing.
Perhaps itâs the lingering scent of the nurseâs perfume that youâre sensing.
â
Cecilia expressed her discontent, her dissatisfaction manifesting in fidgeting with her nails, as she grumbled, âThat nurse must be exceptionally young and beautiful! You must have found great joy when she attended to your dressing.
A chuckle escaped Haroldâs lips, as he playfully pinched her cheek, teasingly asking, âAre you feeling a twinge of jealousy, my dear?â
Deeply enamored by Harold, Ceciliaâs suspicions were mere fleeting thoughts.
He skillfully coaxed her and, in no time, a radiant smile adorned her face as she leaned affectionately against his shoulder.