Remarried Wife: Mr. Ex, We Will Never Reconcile!-Chapter 208: Sweet Nothings

When he asked this, the ambiguous image of him kneeling down on one knee to tie the shoelaces for another woman flooded her mind again, and Vera Sheridan secretly clenched her hands.

Her eyes, clear and distinct, widened, staring at him, saying nothing.

It was like she was sulking with him.

Noah Grant had never seen Vera so angry with him, and his heart sank as he carefully reflected on his behavior.

The man smiled bitterly and said, "Yes, I didn’t consider it thoroughly. At the time, I just thought of it as a simple act, like helping an old lady cross the street."

He paused, his dark eyes full of adoration, "I never saw Claire as someone of the opposite sex, after all, in my eyes, there’s only one woman who attracts me, who makes my blood race and my mind whirl, and that’s Ms. Sheridan, you."

"..."

Facing his earnest expression, Vera blinked, the corners of her tense mouth twitching slightly as she tried to suppress a helpless smile.

She abruptly turned her head, punched him in the chest, and mumbled, "...Sweet talk!"

The words sounded devoid of anger, more like a playful rebuke.

Noah Grant held her chin, turning her face back, maintaining a calm expression, "Words from the heart."

Vera gave him another punch, "You’re full of sweet talk, becoming more and more improper."

He captured her slender wrist, a mischievous smile at the corner of his mouth, but his tone was confident, "I’m only improper and wanton with you."

Vera rolled her eyes at him, trying to break free, but he pulled her back. As she leaned away, he buried his head into her long, white neck, fiercely sucking and nibbling, "First time seeing Ms. Sheridan so jealous, I’m flattered."

A wet warmth spread across her neck, his scorching breath bursting onto her skin, making Vera shudder and giving her goosebumps.

His words also stunned her.

She was indeed jealous.

Seeing his attentiveness towards another woman, her sense of sourness and possessiveness overrode trust or doubt.

Noah Grant’s large hand supported her back as they gazed into each other’s eyes, "Cooled down yet? If not, feel free to hit or scold me."

Vera’s chest heaved once, her gaze fixed on his sensually prominent Adam’s apple, and the next second, like a little beast, she bit down on it.

As if venting, her teeth clamped tightly.

The sudden pain and suffocating sensation caused Noah Grant to let out a sensual low growl from deep in his throat, his body jolted, overwhelmed by a pleasure he had never experienced before!

The moment Vera released her teeth, he cupped her face, subjecting her to his fierce and somewhat rough kiss and passion.

The large floor-to-ceiling window, amidst the mottled neon hues, concealed the entangled silhouettes of the man and woman.

...

Late at night, Vera lay sprawled on his bare shoulder, panting, her teeth still lightly biting his hardened muscles, while the man’s hand caressed her slender waist over the knitted fabric with a sense of weight.

Sweat droplets, yet to dry, glistened under the light at her temples.

While making a phone call, "Uncle Langdon, it’s Noah Grant."

"You really do spoil your daughter, Vivian Langdon." He smirked with a sarcastic chuckle, "Gives her the boldness to repeatedly provoke my girlfriend."

On the other end of the line, Marcus Langdon sat up straight, his tone sinking, "Noah, Vivian isn’t being framed—"

Noah Grant cut him off, "I can understand you being protective, but coincidentally, I, Noah Grant, am not one to easily let things slide either."

"From now on, I will relentlessly suppress Vivian Langdon and the Langdon Group’s operations, don’t say I didn’t warn you."

After delivering the chilling warning, he hung up the phone, turned to the person laying on his shoulder, his fingers brushing away her damp hair, his voice gentle, "Shall we shower together?"

A lovers’ bath.

Vera shivered a bit, muttering a quiet "hmm."

...

In the Langdon study, the night was deep and somber.

Marcus Langdon stood silently in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, the cigarette between his fingers had accumulated a long tail of ash.

Mrs. Langdon approached, gently draping a robe over his shoulders, "Old Man Langdon, at this point, do you still believe Vivian Langdon is innocent?"

Mrs. Langdon stepped forward to drape the robe over him, "Old Man Langdon, do you still believe Vivian is innocent?"

"This child, knowing full well she wasn’t born to me, went out of her way to curry favor with my mother, getting the old lady to support her, and relying on me being too embarrassed to tell her the truth to provoke me."

"Such deep scheming!"

"I’m not saying this to argue about who’s right or wrong." Mrs. Langdon’s voice choked for a moment, then turned firm, "I’m doing it for our pair of children! The Grant Family has seen her true colors, and Noah Grant is clearly set on protecting his own."

"If you keep indulging her, once Noah Grant truly takes action, the entire Langdon Family will perish alongside her! What about our children then?"

With Mrs. Langdon’s words, the room fell into a deathly silence.

Marcus Langdon had his back to her, his broad shoulders trembled slightly, and he abruptly extinguished the cigarette in the crystal ashtray.

Then, turning decisively, he strode out of the room without a word.

A thunderous roar echoed through the entire villa: "Vivian Langdon! Get down here!"

In the room, Vivian was interacting with her fans on a live stream when she heard her father’s roar, and her heart shook fiercely.

A strong sense of foreboding welled up inside her.