The Trending Topic Herself: The Villainess is the Superstar!-Chapter 191: Intimacy

Maya Monroe didn’t react right away.

What does this mean? What does Ian Rowe mean?!

"Is it here?"

His finger paused.

The next second, Maya Monroe felt a warm breath approaching, carrying an unmistakable heat and intensity.

Maya looked up to find Ian Rowe’s eyes darker than usual, a rich, deep black. The corners of his eyes were tinged with red, as if he were about to devour someone.

His pajamas were a bit loose, revealing a fair and strong chest as he moved.

Maya keenly sensed the danger coming; he was almost upon her, the distance between them closing rapidly.

Maya reached out her hand to press against Ian’s chest, her eyelids twitching: "No, what do you... mean?"

What was happening now?! This scenario wasn’t in the plot! Did going to the old house once change the storyline?

Maya’s face was probably not very calm.

Ian gently brushed aside the strands of hair on her cheek, revealing her increasingly delicate and radiant face.

Her soft, bone-less hand pressed against his chest, and Ian could feel his own heart pounding wildly.

There hadn’t been such a feeling before, but at this moment he could clearly feel his desire arising because of one person.

Increasingly dissatisfied with their current relationship, wanting to be closer, inseparably connected...

It wasn’t because of Yolanda Sawyer’s advice or external pressure, he could feel that everything he was doing now was what he wanted, his unstoppable thoughts gradually breaking free.

Just one look from her seemed to bring back the part that he was always missing...

He realized he was liking Maya Monroe more and more, uncontrollably and irresistibly... 𝕗𝕣𝐞𝐞𝘄𝐞𝚋𝚗𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹.𝚌𝕠𝚖

"Don’t be afraid." He took off his glasses, his face less sharp than usual, and in the moment his eyelashes gently trembled, his eyes seemed to hold the water of spring.

Maya was taken aback for a moment by his indulgent tone, only for two seconds, but she was indeed stunned.

"Have you ever thought about children?"

"Have you ever thought about having a child?"

Ian phrased it somewhat tactfully.

Maya now understood, it turned out the issues stemmed from the old house and Ian had remembered what Yolanda said.

Maya’s eyes flickered; she couldn’t leave trouble here, otherwise it would definitely be difficult to resolve later.

Suddenly, a warm sensation came to her cheek, first a slight kiss, then the pressure gradually increased.

This was the place Woody Moss had kissed before.

Although Maya had participated in many tasks, she had never been this intimately close to a man, and for a moment, she was flustered.

His lips and tongue had already lingered to the corner of her lips.

"No! I can’t!"

Her voice carried evident panic, Ian stopped his actions and soothingly rubbed the top of her head.

Seeing his kisses trailing down her frail neck with a hint of continuing further, Maya grabbed his hand: "I don’t like it! You can’t force me!"

Ian lifted his head, only now seeing the expression of resistance on her face; his expression paused, a deep, unfathomable look in his eyes.

"Why don’t you like it?"

Maya’s cheeks showed a rare hint of redness: "I... I just don’t like it..."

She couldn’t destroy the plot or break the current balance! Otherwise, the consequences would be unimaginable!

Ian’s gaze was too deep and complex, inch by inch, making Maya feel as if she were being cut to pieces.

It was unclear how much time passed.

Ian’s grip on her hair tightened slightly, then he stood up, his voice still hoarse: "...It was my oversight, you continue to sleep."

After saying that, he tucked Maya in and then got off the bed and left.

Maya turned away to lie down, her heart pounding like a drum.

How did it develop to this point? Wasn’t he supposed to be imperious? How did he suddenly start listening to Yolanda Sawyer? Is this like him? This isn’t like him at all!

Maya forced herself to calm her chaotic mind, forcing herself to sleep, otherwise, the inevitable eye contact would only lead to more awkwardness.

She always thought that Ian’s dislike would prevent anything from happening, but she had overlooked the fact that lying beside her for so long was a man, a real man...

At this moment, Maya found it completely impossible to sleep; she closed her eyes, only thinking about matters in her heart.

This world was becoming increasingly complex; she had to quickly finish this world!

Suddenly, the other side of the bed sank slightly, and Maya curled up like a shrimp, trying to reduce her presence.

She tried to make her breathing appear steady, lying calmly facing away from Ian.

For a moment the air was still, but Maya could feel Ian’s eyes gazing at her, studying her.

It was maddening...

Maya deliberately let out a few snores, sounding like a rough man.

Suddenly, she heard a light laugh, and then the prickled feeling disappeared.

Maya had a nightmare; she dreamt that she had returned to a harsh task world, surrounded by desolate weeds, with only a few sparse trees standing.

There were no enemies with eyes filled with contempt, nor invaders holding guns.

And she was frantically running forward on this desolate land, followed by a massive monster, its fangs bared fiercely as if ready to tear through the prey’s neck.

The most terrifying thing was its eyes, a bright red, as if it could devour a person...

Maya had no weapons in hand; she tried to use the terrain to shake off the monster but failed, its giant claws swung up, and with a spray of dust, she was slammed hard onto the ground.

In that moment, she couldn’t even mind the pain and was about to run away when she saw the monster open its gaping maw, revealing sinister fangs inside.

No escape...

Maya got up and rubbed her temples, feeling a layer of fine sweat on her forehead.

She didn’t expect to have such a dream; it seemed as if in a moment she had returned to the times when she desperately struggled to survive, everything was so real...

Maya unconsciously glanced to the side and found that Ian’s figure was long gone.

As expected, he had left long ago at this time...

Somehow, Maya suddenly breathed a sigh of relief.

If anything out of the ordinary happened, she might not be this panicked, but every time she faced Ian... he was someone hard to figure out...

Maya went downstairs to see Mrs. Wang enthusiastically coming over: "Madam, you’re awake? The meal has already been prepared."

The importance of food is paramount.

Hearing about the meal, Maya’s strange mood immediately dissipated a lot, and she smiled: "Thank you, Mrs. Wang."

Mrs. Wang scratched her head, smiled, and said: "Too polite, too polite, this is what I should do, as long as Madam enjoys eating."

Maya arrived at the dining room to see the dishes on the table compared to before, they were more than twice as plain?

"Why is today’s meal... so plain? There’s much less meat..."

Mrs. Wang looked a bit awkward: "Madam, Sir said you should eat lighter, it’s good for your health."