Chapter 5 He is not the savior

But apparently, he was wrong.

Today, that woman is glowing radiantly, charming and seductive, like a fairy that absorbs men's essence, moreover, carrying a trace of innocent confusion. She's undeniably an enchantress.

Joshua Sulliven casually tossed a few signed documents onto the table, and step by step, he moved towards the bedroom. Even if she was the Moon Fairy from heaven, today he was determined to make this woman understand that provoking him was an act of utter folly.

The door suddenly creaked as it was turned. Keira Leaf's body immediately stiffened. Her long eyelashes trembled lightly, but the moment Joshua entered, they returned to normal.

Keira Leaf turned her head to see the man looking down at herself.

The dim light cast a shadow on his face, making it difficult for her to discern his expression, not to mention his thoughts.

Her bewitching smile seemed as if she was patiently waiting for his indulgence.

But no one knew that the impeccably tucked bedsheet under the bed had been clenched by her into several folds.

"I'm not in the mood today," he said after a long while, brow furrowed.

The moment his words fell, Keira's body softens unexplainably, feeling a relief mixed with a sliver of disappointment.

"So, you come to please me," he added, causing Keira to be startled once again. She turned her head to see Joshua already seated on the sofa.

"Don't make me repeat myself!"

Clearly, Joshua is in a foul mood today, and her slow response nearly drains his already thin patience.

"Young Master Sulliven is quite impatient~" responds Keira with a quick adjustment to her expression. She lifted the quilt, carefully stepping on the carpet, step by step towards Joshua.

Her heart felt cold and nervous. Despite having seduced numerous men over the years, never once had she stooped so low.

Demeaning, right?

Yes, demeaning!

Even she herself considered it demeaning.

But what's wrong with being demeaning?

Being demeaning only hurts oneself, not the heart, and doesn't harm others.

The man on the sofa had a cold face, wearied and impatient, akin to an Emperor ruling over his subjects.

Keira walked towards him with a smile, her tiny, polished toes stepping delicately as if each step birthed a lotus flower under her feet.

Joshua who initially showed signs of impatience, surprisingly started to take interest. He felt that no woman had ever made the short walk look so fascinating.

Keira stopped in front of Joshua, somewhat uneasy but pretending to be wanton. She lifted her leg coyly, straddling him. Joshua narrowed his eyes, lighting up a cigarette. The burning ember was especially dazzling amidst the dimness of the room, creating a murkier ambiance.

The room became exceptionally quiet. Keira breathed carefully, halting her actions, and continued to look blankly into Joshua's handsome eyes, seemingly uncertain of her next move.

Joshua gazed back at her with cold indifference. Under the misty light, those amber cat's eyes were clear like a pond of jade water. The untouched grief and hidden endurance stirred an inexplicable irritability in him.

He could tell she wasn't that sort of promiscuous woman. Yet, whether she was a maiden or a housewife seemed irrelevant to him, Joshua Sulliven.

He neither had time to enlighten the world, nor rescue a young girl. There were countless people in this world suffering, but it was a pity that Joshua Sulliven wasn't a messiah.