Chapter 144: Who are you guys?

Chapter 144: Who are you guys?

Chapter 144: Who are you guys?

Aria sat upright on the bed, her hands behind her, her long legs crossed, her toes neatly together, encased in black stockings.

It’s a trick all models know.

From Ethan’s perspective, the stunning older beauty in front of him showcased her mature charm to the fullest.

Such a beauty, strong and seductive, when she looks down at you with those eyes, her presence is simply overwhelming.

“Miss Aria, what... what do you mean?” Ethan asked, his voice tense and cautious.

Aria’s lips curled into a smirk, a mix of disdain and allure, just toying with a guy who had just turned 18.

Her toes gently traced a line, the silky fibers of her black stockings providing a subtle tease.

“I like Katherine, but she doesn’t like me.”

“What... what?” Ethan’s face was a mix of confusion, surprise, and a hint of jealousy. But all these emotions were tangled up in his youthful infatuation, along with embarrassment and awkwardness.

He bit his teeth gently, mostly acting, but the enjoyment on his face wasn’t feigned.

Aria was really good at this.

Her fingers played like a queen in control of everything.

“I like Katherine,” Aria said, emphasizing her words, making Ethan’s breathing heavier.

“Ethan, you’re not trying to win Katherine’s favor, are you? A beauty like her isn’t someone you come across often.”

“What... what?” Ethan waved his hands frantically: “Ah, no, I’m not, don’t talk nonsense! I only have respect for Katherine!”

Aria’s expression turned cold: “Lying kids need to be punished.”

Suddenly, her foot pressed down on him on the bed, twisting forcefully.

Ethan felt wave after wave crashing over him, along with the earlier teasing, and suddenly felt the urge to vomit, amazed at this kind of play.

“I... I want! I want to win Katherine!”

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Ethan was happy to go along with it, curious about what Aria wanted to play at, especially since the mature beauty was really good at teasing.

Aria lifted her head, a flash of disgust in her eyes quickly masked, and leaned forward, her body curvaceous, the mature sexiness and assertiveness blending together: “I’ll help you.”

“Ah? Why?” Ethan started, then suddenly clenched his teeth.

Because her foot moved again, striking more intensely wave after wave.

Like a hydrogen-filled balloon at its limit.

“Bang!”

It finally burst.

...

When the morning sunlight streamed in, Ethan, fresh from washing up, appeared in the living room.

Aria had prepared breakfast, sandwiches and milk.

Katherine sat at the dining table, her face lightly made up, which couldn’t hide her dark circles. Seeing Ethan come out, she smiled, “Morning, did you sleep well?”

“Good morning, Katherine. I’m great, much better than the hospital environment,” Ethan replied as he sat down and picked up a sandwich.

The toasted bread with egg was simple but surprisingly tasty.

Aria sat quietly eating her breakfast, not saying a word.

Ethan picked up his milk and suddenly paused, feeling a foot touch his under the table.

It was Aria’s foot, a simple touch between toes that quickly parted.

The tension that had started to build in Ethan’s heart eased. This model really knew how to tease, stirring up just the right amount of intrigue.

Breakfast ended ambiguously, but nothing inappropriate happened.

Katherine and Ethan left together.

“You’ve been great, Ethan. If you feel tired, just stay in the car, no need to push yourself,” Katherine said as she drove, her voice much softer than before.

“Don’t worry, Katherine,” Ethan flexed his arm, showing off a playful muscle flex, “I’m full of energy now!”

“Good,” Katherine smiled, relieved to have a companion, which greatly reduced her stress.

The two continued their visits to the victims of the case from three years ago, just like the day before.

Time passed quickly.

“That should be enough,” Katherine said as they left a victim’s house. The street was narrow, with only two paths to choose from: “What should we eat for lunch?”

She stopped when she didn’t hear Ethan respond, turned back, and asked, “Ethan, what’s wrong?”

“Katherine,” Ethan’s brow furrowed deeply, “don’t worry about me later.”

Katherine’s brow furrowed as she saw a group of more than ten people approaching from the corner, carrying baseball bats, clearly up to no good.

“This is my fight,” Ethan stepped forward, his expression resolute, like a warrior facing danger, “Get out of here.”

But Katherine didn’t move.

Because from the right, another group of seven or eight people emerged, also armed.

Ethan frowned, unimpressed by the lack of professionalism in how the scene was unfolding.

At that moment, both groups noticed the large gathering opposite them, their faces confused, shouting, “Who are you guys?”

“Huh?” Ethan said.