Before parting, we were sweating profusely

That night, inside the Johnson Mansion.

Arnold Johnson gently embraced Victoria Garcia from behind and whispered in her ear, "Madam Johnson... Madam Johnson..."

It was so sickeningly sweet, Victoria could already guess what he wanted to do next.

Victoria was flipping through a Finance Magazine, selectively ignoring him and continuing to read her magazine.

Seeing her so engrossed, Arnold didn't stop his actions but continued to tease her, "Madam Johnson, I assure you that Mr. Johnson at your side is much more appealing than this dull magazine. Wouldn't you rather turn around and have a look?"

"No!" Amelia Wilson softly retorted.

That "no" was soft and tender, wonderfully delightful, just like a child's coquettish sweetness—Arnold felt that his already itchy heart was getting itchier.

"Say 'no' again, I really want to hear it one more time." Arnold said by her ear, teasing her gently.

Victoria felt the breath behind her ear growing more intense.