Chapter 921 - 915: A Gift (6)

Chapter 921: Chapter 915: A Gift (6)

Their breaths intertwined, and she could smell that faint orchid-musk scent on him, mixed with the smell of milk.

He tilted his head up to look at her, the corners of his mouth curling into a seductive smile as he joked, "Yeah, do you like it?"

Shy? No way.

Tiana Thorne was not someone who got shy easily.

Aiden Shaw’s thin lips lifted slightly, his voice extremely enticing at this moment. He raised a brow. "One ID can only get one box. You also think one box isn’t enough, huh?"

Fuck!

This question went straight for the soul.

"Don’t hog other people’s rations. I’ve already stocked ten boxes at home."

Tiana: "??????????"

Her pair of foxy, alluring eyes were full of confusion as she asked him when he’d stocked them.

Aiden’s voice grew even more seductive. "From the first month after we confirmed we were dating. They just never got put to use."

Tiana: "...Then these two boxes are extra."

"Not really. I was going to have Jesse Rivers get me another box, but you already prepped some."

Tiana blurted out, "He doesn’t need them?"

"He’s single."

Right then, far away in Banyria, Jesse Rivers, who was having breakfast, suddenly choked and only managed to swallow after downing a whole glass of water.

Tiana: "..."

"I also got two more boxes. Call him and tell him not to bother."

Aiden chuckled. "Sixteen, you think that’s enough?"

"Or what?"

He didn’t answer her head-on. He just hooked his lips with a meaningful smile and added lazily, "From now on, leave this kind of thing to me."

"Don’t tell me you’re planning to get every single dog around you to help you collect them. Fourth Brother, it’s just some private stuff between the two of us, and you’re making it public to everyone. How am I supposed to show my face after this?"

Aiden saw the laughter in her eyes. His voice carried a hint of amusement as he casually crossed one leg over the other. The way he looked, he seemed to be really enjoying this.

He smiled, rubbed her hair, and the pampering in his gestures was overflowing.

Tiana cupped her cheeks in both hands, blinked, and spoke in a relaxed, half-joking tone. "I heard this stuff isn’t even expensive. Why do you have to use an ID to get them? Fourth Brother, are you going bankrupt or something? Am I not going to be a CEO’s wife anymore?"

"They’re actually for you. Things issued by the state are quality-guaranteed—one hundred percent safe."

Tiana: "When you put it like that, true."

But after savoring it carefully, she realized this was a pretty刺激 topic for early morning.

"I’m going to see my beauty now, I’m hanging up."

Aiden helped her into the wheelchair.

Half-kneeling in front of her, he lightly kissed her cheek, a not-too-shallow, not-too-deep smile tugging at his lips. "Call me after you’re done visiting set. I’ll come pick you up."

"Mm."

He added, "I’ve accepted your gift."

With that, he leaned in a little closer, his lips brushing her earlobe, his voice low, hoarse, and wicked. "I like it a lot."

Tiana: "..."

For no reason, she felt a jolt of electricity shoot through her whole body.

"I’m off!"

She pressed the automatic forward button and quickly put some distance between them.

Once she went out the door and reached the hallway, her cheeks finally flushed red.

Talk about instant face slap—turns out she still did blush and get shy.

But Fourth Brother’s mood seemed to have lifted again today, and she didn’t even need to coax him.

Looked like that gift had really hit the spot.

Still, Aiden was way too good at flirting today. Even now, she felt like she could still hear that last line of his in her ear, that low, hoarse, heart-throbbing voice.

At this moment, May Sloane opened the door.

She turned and saw Tiana, face completely red. May froze for a second and quickly asked, "Whoa, Tiana, did you start drinking this early?"

Tiana shook her head. "Nope."

"Then why’s your face this red?"

Tiana was embarrassed. "Hard to explain."

She was too embarrassed to say she’d just gotten flirted with by that bastard Aiden.

May pushed her forward. "Let’s go, time to visit set."

"Okay."

The two of them went downstairs. After getting in the car, Tiana leaned back against the leather seat. "Beauty, has Julian Eames called you the last couple of days?"

"Yeah."

Tiana’s gossip radar went off. "And what did he say?"

"I didn’t answer any of them. Why should I?"

Tiana stretched lazily. "You can’t keep dodging him forever. Besides, I’m still his boss right now. We’re going to be running into each other all the time in the future, you two are bound to have more contact."

"I know. We’ll talk about it later."

Tiana didn’t push her.

When they arrived at the filming base, May parked the car, helped her down, and pushed her into the studio grounds.

"Do you know what kind of drama Claudia’s shooting?"

May said, "A costume drama. She’s playing the second female lead, the female lead’s best friend—the kind that doesn’t turn into a backstabbing villain."

"Roles like that are still pretty popular these days. Looks like President Kane plans to promote her."

May nodded. "And you’ve been fully backing Rosalyn Rooney before—President Kane’s seen that. Now that you’re also the CEO of a media company under Sunfire Group, with his business instincts, of course he knows who to push."

As they chatted, they arrived at the set where Rosalyn Rooney was filming.

It was a dungeon scene. They were shooting the part where she’s been framed, locked in the dungeon, and the jailers are trying to beat a confession out of her.

"Ah..."

"Ah!"

Screams rang out one after another, along with the sound of a whip lashing against flesh. It sounded downright horrifying.

"Still mouthing off and refusing to sign? Today I’ll let you taste what happens when you defy me."

With that, another vicious lash came down.

Rosalyn’s next cry trembled with pain.

Because the scene was being shot inside, they couldn’t see what was going on, only hear it—and even just the sound was enough to make one’s heart pound.

Had to admit, Rosalyn Rooney’s acting was getting better and better.

She was just about to head inside when—

From a corner came a woman’s syrupy, coquettish voice. "Vernon, did you sprinkle salt on the whip?"

"Of course I sprinkled salt."

The woman burst into giggles. "Listen to Rosalyn Rooney crying—she sounds so miserable. That’s what makes it realistic."

Vernon Zane wrapped an arm around her and kissed her neck, burying his head there to inhale the intoxicating scent of her body. "Yeah, this is what filming is. The actor hurts, and the audience feels the pain."

Hearing that, the woman laughed so hard her whole body shook, pressing her chest against Vernon’s head as she asked again, "Vernon, are you going to use the real thing on me later?"

Vernon Zane let out a sleazy, wicked chuckle and licked her neck. "Sweetheart, tonight in bed I’ll give you the real thing. You like that?"

"You’re so bad."

Tiana listened and nearly gagged.

Rosalyn Rooney screamed in pain and fury, "Stop hitting me! I’m going to sue you! This isn’t acting, this is abuse! Let me go... ah!"

A bucket of chili water was dumped over Rosalyn Rooney.

Vernon Zane, annoyed at the disturbance, cursed toward the small door, "You little shits, cut that part just now. Keep shooting. We don’t stop until I’m satisfied."

Tiana and May exchanged a look and instantly understood.

The two of them charged in without hesitation.

When Tiana saw the scene inside, her pupils dilated and her breathing turned heavy.