blenderwars Chapter 285 - 283: Play Fighting on the Bed
Chapter 285 - 283: Play Fighting on the Bed
After dinner, Mia Grant began to show off her New Year’s outfits.
On the sofa, Ian Sinclair leaned back, watching her "fashion show" with great interest.
"This is the one I’m wearing on New Year’s Eve."
Mia Grant spun around to show it off, and Ian Sinclair gave her a thumbs-up. "It looks great. The dress even has pearls on it."
Mia Grant didn’t expect him to be so observant. She moved closer to let him have a better look.
The second outfit was a red one for New Year’s Day.
It was also a dress, paired with a coat.
The moment she walked out, Ian Sinclair’s eyes lit up.
"This one is beautiful too. So festive and vibrant. It’s just that your neck looks a little bare. How about I go shopping with you again tomorrow?"
Mia Grant touched her bare neck. She rarely wore jewelry, and the pieces they had given her were all at her school dorm and the resort.
Mia Grant shook her head and declined, but Ian Sinclair said, "I haven’t given you your New Year’s gift yet. I was still struggling with what to get you, so give me a chance, please~"
He grabbed her hand and swayed it back and forth.
As if he were pouting.
He always did this. His wheedling skills were even more polished than hers.
"If you don’t want to go out, I can have them send some over."
Mia Grant thought for a moment and nodded. She really did have a lot to do tomorrow and wouldn’t have time to go out shopping.
When she had put on the dress, the zipper in the back hadn’t been done up properly.
The room was too hot, so when Mia Grant took off her coat, she felt the zipper come undone.
She reached a hand behind her back, trying to fix it.
Ian Sinclair immediately spotted this and stood up. "I’ll help you."
"No, it’s fine. I’ll just go in and change."
She’d already shown it off anyway.
She turned around, revealing a section of her smooth, dazzlingly white back.
From behind, the young man hooked an arm around her waist and pulled her back into his embrace.
A source of heat pressed tightly against her back, and his warm breath tickled her ear.
Mia Grant’s body stiffened slightly. She glanced sideways at him. "What are you doing?"
"I’m helping you."
"...I already said I’m going to change. You don’t need to zip it up."
"I know," the young man said with a smile, his fingers tracing their way up her waistline. Mia Grant shivered and twisted her waist uncomfortably, then heard a sharp, muffled grunt from him.
The hand on her waist stopped at the zipper on her back.
Mia Grant thought he was going to needlessly zip it up. She sighed silently and decided to just let him.
With a soft ZZZIP, the zipper slid all the way down.
Mia Grant’s pupils contracted. A chill ran down her back.
Before she could react, the young man lowered his head and sucked hard on her spine.
A tingling numbness shot through her entire body, as if she’d been electrocuted.
Mia Grant’s cheeks flushed. "Okay, that’s enough! Get up!"
The boy’s lips lingered on her back, which wasn’t the worst of it.
What was excessive was how his canines repeatedly licked and gnawed at her protruding shoulder blades.
Although it didn’t hurt, the sensation was very strange.
Like a puppy that had found its favorite bone.
"Not there."
Mia Grant tried to push him away.
"Why not?" At times like this, Ian Sinclair loved to feign innocence, leaving her completely helpless against him.
Mia Grant couldn’t win against him. After some playful struggling, they ended up in the bedroom.
Her red dress was getting wrinkled. Mia Grant shrieked and pounded on him. "I still have to wear this!"
"I’ll buy you a new one~"
"No!" Mia Grant glared at him. "That’s enough. We... can’t do it here."
’We can’t just fool around here.’
"Why not?"
He started playing dumb again.
Mia Grant shot him a look.
"A dog would be baffled, and you’d be none the wiser."
Ian Sinclair’s hand, which was caressing her back, paused. He let out a laugh. "You’re calling me a dog, aren’t you? I figured it out."
"I never said that."
"Yes, you did!" Ian Sinclair lowered his head and gave the nape of her neck a fierce bite.
"If I’m a puppy, then what are you?"
His lips pressed against her ear, his voice laced with a lazy, wicked smile as he uttered those words.
Mia Grant’s cheeks grew hot, and she immediately started kicking and hitting him again.
...until he relented, grabbing her hands and starting to apologize.
The two of them fought on the bed for a while.
Yes, a real fight.
The sheets were wrinkled and the bedding was a mess. To an unknowing observer, it might have looked like something R-rated had just happened.
"I want to sleep in your room," Ian Sinclair finally said, clutching her blanket and refusing to let go.
"Are you sure you *just* want to sleep in my room?"
Mia Grant stood by the bed with her hands on her hips, looking down at him.
The young man’s face was half-buried in her comforter, revealing a pair of watery eyes that stared up at her.
For some reason, Mia Grant’s heart softened.
’The real Ian Sinclair is nothing like this harmless act he’s putting on now.’
’If I hadn’t read the original book, I probably would have been completely fooled by that face of his at the beginning.’
’Ugh, whatever.’
She turned and picked up her phone. "I’m going to take a shower. But we have a deal: no more getting handsy."
On the bed, the young man wore a triumphant expression.
「New Year’s Eve.」
Mia Grant woke up bright and early.
Tying up her long hair, she began to busy herself, all on her own.
The housekeeper had been coming over to clean for the past two days, so they had gotten familiar with each other. The housekeeper was originally supposed to help with the New Year’s Eve dinner as well, on Mr. Sinclair’s orders.
But Mia Grant had refused her help.
It was no problem for her to start preparing everything herself in the morning.
After all, there were only four people in the family. There was no need to prepare a massive feast.
In the afternoon, the doorbell rang.
Mia Grant hurried to open the door. Standing at the entrance was a refined-looking man who was not unfamiliar to her.
The man nodded and smiled at her. "We meet again."
"Ah..." Mia Grant nodded. "Please, come in."
In the living room, Mia Grant looked at him, a bit awkwardly. "Would you like something to drink?"
"Don’t worry about me, I can get it myself." The man glanced at her attire. "Are there any more aprons?"
"Yes," Mia Grant nodded. "Over there."
Then, the man took off his coat, walked over to grab an apron, and put it on. "I can cook a bit of Cantonese food, so I know the basics. How about you take the lead, and I’ll be your assistant?"
Mia Grant wanted to decline, but he seemed to have read her mind and added with a smile, "I also mainly wanted to take this opportunity to chat with you."
In the kitchen, the man was cleaning fish and shrimp as he asked, "When we met last time, I felt a sense of familiarity with you. I never expected we’d have this kind of connection."
"Right. Was that your art exhibition?"
"No, it was our... mother’s."
"I see," Mia Grant replied. "So you’ve been busy with her art exhibitions all these years?"
"Yes. She produced very little work after she got married, and she never had the chance to organize an exhibition. So I sorted through her paintings. I think this is what she would have wanted to see, too."
After a pause, Mia Grant asked hesitantly, "Do you know... about the relationship between them?"
"I know. I’m not a descendant of the Sinclair Family."
Mia Grant watched him as he continued, "And I hold no ill will toward the Sinclairs."
"Then do you also think what happened back then was Ms. York’s fault?" This was because he didn’t seem to hate Yuri Sinclair.
The man shook his head. "Right and wrong... it’s no longer for us to judge."
"Arguing about it is meaningless now. From each of their perspectives, they all had their own reasons."
"You’re right," Mia Grant nodded.
"I haven’t asked yet, what should I call you?"
"My last name is Vaughn. Julian Vaughn."
"..." Mia Grant’s pupils trembled.
’That name... where have I seen it before?’
’Which part of the original book was it in?’