The First Heir

“What are you thinking?” Cynthia said while smiling alluringly. She turned and went in while swaying her full figure.

Philip stood awkwardly behind the door before pretending to cough a few times and followed.

Cynthia tilted her head and wiped her wet hair with a towel as she walked. She said, “Come here and have a seat. Why are you so nervous?”

Her voice was sweet and soft with a tinge of coyness in her tone. Philip’s body went taut when he heard it.

Following Cynthia, Philip sat down on the sofa in the living room of the suite.

She walked to the coffee table and asked with a smile, “Tea or coffee? Or do you prefer red wine instead?”

Wow, Cynthia was acting strange tonight!

Philip frowned as he looked at her, wondering what tricks this woman had up her sleeves.

With that thought in his mind, Philip shook his head and said, “Cynthia, why are you doing this in the middle of the night? Let’s just discuss business if there’s anything to discuss. I still have to go home after this. Besides, if my wife finds out about this, I might get into trouble later.”

There was a hint of vexation on her face. “Philip, are you in such a hurry to leave? Don’t you notice something different about me?”

pitiful look was

Little minx!

to forgo his composure, pinched his chin, and glanced at Cynthia. After a moment, he

Huh?

Scoundrel!

and rolled her eyes at

withstand it, so she poured two glasses of red wine and walked lightly to

to shoulder. They were no more

fragrance wafting from Cynthia.

held the wine glass and

and the moment he put down the glass, he saw Cynthia drinking.

was tempting him

head away quickly, suppressing the heat in his heart. He laughed as he said,

eyes were dim with a

with the sole purpose to entice Philip. She had suddenly received instructions from her grandfather to try and

method to see if she

the opponent’s self-discipline was

the wine glass and said in

was acting unlike the Cynthia he

are you doing?” Philip