Chapter 9 Have A Taste

Evelyn cautiously glanced at Ethan, only to find him staring intently at her. Fearing that Ethan might be upset, she hastily snapped at Henry on the other end of the phone, yelling, “Get lost! Did I ask you to pick me up? I'm off work now and not at the office. You should go back!” “Where are you now? I'll come pick you up. Today, we're throwing a party at my place to celebrate Olivia's divorce from that jerk of a husband. Please, Evelyn, do come and join us. It'll be a good chance for you to meet my family. Oh, and I've got a new Porsche 911. You're going to love it!” “I have important matters to attend to. I'm not going!” With that, Evelyn promptly hung up the phone. At that moment, Ethan suddenly reached out, his hand gently caressing Evelyn's black silk-clad thigh. “Your boyfriend?” he asked. Because Evelyn and Henry had not avoided Ethan in their conversation, Ethan was already certain that the woman who was continuously trying to seduce him was none other than Henry's fiancée, the one Henry had never been able to fully win over. However, it was clear that Henry didn't take Ethan, this ATM, seriously. He didn't even bother to introduce him to his fiancée. Therefore, Ethan had never met Evelyn. Ethan sneered inwardly. He hadn't expected such a coincidence, and his originally icy heart suddenly flared up with warmth. Evelyn felt a large hand wandering incessantly on her thigh, leaving her somewhat bewildered. Didn't this man just reject me? What is he trying to imply now? However, Evelyn still honestly replied, “He's just an immature brat, far from being comparable to you!” “Oh?” Ethan's hand slid along the inside of Evelyn's thigh, pushing deeper under her short skirt. “Far worse than me? In what way are you referring to?” “Mhm...” Evelyn couldn't help but moan. Ethan's fingers had already reached her underwear, continuously teasing the indented area in the middle, causing a large wet spot to quickly form on Evelyn's underwear. “In e-every aspect. Height... Appearance... Charm... And also...” Evelyn, enduring the pleasure coursing through her, tightly gripped Ethan's hand, her words coming out in fits and starts. Ethan watched as Henry's girlfriend, the one he had been relentlessly pursuing, crumbled under his touch, filling his heart with a vengeful satisfaction. He allowed his left hand to be held by Evelyn, while his right hand traced over Evelyn's seductive red lips. Then, he slipped two fingers into Evelyn's mouth, playing with her soft tongue. Evelyn dared not resist, allowing Ethan to explore her body at his will. At the same time, she was secretly delighted in her heart. Compared to Henry, Ethan was clearly more in line with her aesthetic taste. Moreover, Ethan was of noble status and wealth. If she could become Ethan's girlfriend or even just a lover, Evelyn would not hesitate to kick Henry to the curb. However, the thought of Henry possibly being outside the office and might appear at any moment made Evelyn feel somewhat uneasy. She cautiously said, “Sir, I—” “Just call me Ethan,” Ethan interrupted her. “All right, Ethan...” A thrill of joy surged in Evelyn's heart, and she cooed, “Shall we go check out the mansion first?” “No rush,” Ethan said. “I'm a bit hot-tempered right now. Could you help me cool down?” “Eh?” Evelyn looked puzzled. Meanwhile, Ethan had already moved his hand to the back of her head, gently pressing her face between his legs. Evelyn reacted, rolling her eyes at Ethan, but still obediently helped him remove his pants, unleashing his private part. And in the next moment, his private part burrowed deeply into Evelyn's mouth. Outside Splendor Real Estate, Henry was somewhat despondent. Before he arrived, he had confidently assured his mother, Teresa, that he would be able to invite Evelyn to their house for the party. To this end, he had even made a special effort to dress up and drive his new car out. Unexpectedly, upon arriving at Evelyn's office, he couldn't find her. He asked Eveline's coworkers, but none of them were willing to tell him. Instead, they all looked at him with strange glances. Henry felt somewhat uncomfortable under the scrutiny, returning dejectedly to his car parked at the entrance. He planned to ask Teresa if she had any good advice. At that moment, a flamboyantly stylish Ferrari drove past him, and Henry watched it with envy. Compared to a Ferrari worth a million, my Porsche 911 seems somewhat less impressive. It's a pity that Olivia married Ethan, a pauper. If she had married a wealthy man, wouldn't I be driving a Ferrari? If that were to happen, would Evelyn still dare to show her displeasure toward me? However, what Henry didn't know was that the pauper, Ethan, sitting in that Ferrari, only he had switched to the driver's seat. And his beloved Evelyn was nestled between Ethan's legs, fervently engaging with a certain piece of flesh.