Chapter 2967 - 157: Sleeping Alone, So Cold (2)

Chapter 2967: Chapter 157: Sleeping Alone, So Cold (2)

Harrison Lucas was jolted awake.

After all, she was outside, and as a soldier, she always maintained necessary vigilance.

However, in the next second, Harrison suddenly felt a large hand wrap around her waist from behind, slipping under her pajamas.

Harrison immediately knew whose hand this was.

Such a broad, warm hand, with slender fingers carrying a thin layer of calluses, holding a temperature that was embarrassing, felt like it was igniting her skin.

Under the man’s hand was her soft skin, gently caressing her over and over.

Harrison couldn’t understand why the young master would treat her like this.

He... doesn’t he dislike her, isn’t he dissatisfied with her body?

But quickly, Harrison understood.

The bedroom lights weren’t on, and in the darkness, people’s senses seemed infinitely magnified. She could hear the man’s shallow breaths behind her ear.

Could feel the damp, sticky breath behind her ear and his gentle kisses on her neck.

It’s because the lights were off...

With the lights off, he couldn’t see her ugly body.

Harrison knew her body couldn’t compare at all to those curvaceous, picturesque women.

Moreover, today she had looked in the mirror, examining herself so carefully for the first time.

In the past, Harrison never minded her short hair, she even eagerly trimmed it every time it grew longer.

But today, looking in the mirror, for the first time, she thought her hairstyle was so unattractive.

Even if she didn’t perm her hair into curls like Miss Miranda, at least it should’ve been beautiful black long straight hair.

When Harrison was idle in her room tonight, she used her cell phone to search online what type of women men liked.

The answers online were either ’curvaceous and stunningly beautiful’ or ’long flowing hair with a pure temperament.’

After searching online, Harrison felt even more disheartened.

Neither of those types had any relation to her.

Thus, after a fierce internal struggle, she couldn’t resist posting a question on that Q&A website—if there’s a unisex type, a girl with very short hair, dressing very much like a boy, would men like her?

She posted the question and anxiously awaited a response.

Very soon, the first person replied.

Harrison still remembers the response was very simple, just three words—’No, go away.’

After that, several other netizens answered the question, either with ’No,’ ’Don’t like,’ or questioning why someone would ask such a question.

Someone even said, ’Not even gay, why would someone like that unisex type of man, for mutual domination? Even if they were gay, they’d look for other men for that.

At this point, Harrison was completely in despair over herself.

She knew, the young master, as a normal man, would absolutely not be interested in her body if he weren’t drunk.

And now, in the still pitch-black hotel suite, Jordan Lancaster, who had bathed and was now lying behind her, held her in his arms with intimate gestures.

But now, Harrison’s heart would no longer be stirred by these intimate gestures, leading to undue hope.

Because she knew, the young master may have liked her personality, perhaps appreciated her loyalty, maybe felt differently because of how she saved him by taking a bullet for him once.

But the young master would never be interested in her body.

At least, when the lights are on and he can see clearly, he no longer wants to touch her.