Georgia Thorne had seen this residential complex on TV. She’d heard many celebrities lived here, and that paparazzi couldn’t get in.

The elevator ascended slowly. Georgia Thorne felt a sense of suffocation as the mirror reflected her face.

Her cheeks were slowly growing hot.

DING DONG. The doors opened. Owen Sawyer stepped out first, and Georgia Thorne hurried after him.

"President Sheridan is inside, Miss Thorne. Please, go on in."

Owen Sawyer held the door open for Georgia Thorne.

"Um, aren’t you coming in?" she asked, turning to look at Owen Sawyer awkwardly.

"No, I have other things to attend to." Owen Sawyer smiled. He wouldn’t dare interrupt the President’s fun.

Georgia Thorne gave a disappointed "oh" and turned around.

She called out softly, but no one answered.

In the shoe cabinet, a pair of pink women’s slippers immediately caught her eye.

They were brand new, probably kept for when a woman visited.

’How many have there been before me?’

She changed into the slippers and entered the brightly lit living room. After scanning the area, she still didn’t see Elliot Sheridan.

’Is he not home?’

Just as she was thinking this, she heard a door close and turned around.

Elliot Sheridan was standing in a doorway, dressed in loungewear.

"You’re here."

Elliot Sheridan seemed even more intense than she remembered. She lowered her head and murmured a response.

Georgia Thorne thought the man would take her fiercely, just like the first time, but instead, he let her go.

The man stepped back, sat on the sofa, and lit a cigarette he’d taken from the table.

’Why did he suddenly stop?’

She blinked, confused. She had clearly felt his arousal, but...

’Did I do something wrong?’

Georgia Thorne’s mind raced while Elliot Sheridan blew a smoke ring and leaned back against the sofa.

"Have you filled out your college applications?"

It was a completely random question.

Georgia Thorne froze for a moment, then awkwardly sat up, pulling her clothes down. "Not yet."

"Still deciding between Qinghai University and Portmire U?"

Georgia Thorne nodded, not understanding Elliot Sheridan’s intention.

After a long moment, once he’d finished his cigarette, she heard Elliot Sheridan say, "Apply to Portmire U."

Her eyes widened in surprise. Portmire U would be a real stretch with her grades.

"Isn’t Portmire U your dream school? If it’s your dream, you should achieve it."

Elliot Sheridan stubbed out his cigarette in the ashtray and gave her a suggestive smile. "Besides, Qinghai University is out of province. Portmire U is closer, which is more convenient."

Georgia Thorne was still mulling over Elliot Sheridan’s previous sentence when she heard what he said next.

She was momentarily speechless. ’More convenient?’

Elliot Sheridan was a heavy smoker and had already lit a second cigarette.

Georgia Thorne wanted to tell him to smoke less, but then she heard him ask, "Can you cook?"

She nodded blankly. "A little. I’m not very good at it."

"The ingredients are in the kitchen. Go make some dinner. I’m hungry."

The last two words were heavy with adult innuendo.

Georgia Thorne didn’t dare meet his dark eyes. With a quiet "oh," she quickly scurried into the kitchen.

The kitchen was indeed stocked with fresh ingredients that looked like they had just been bought.

Georgia Thorne couldn’t make elaborate, fancy dishes, only simple, everyday home-cooked meals.

She brought the food out, placed it on the dining table, and called the man over for dinner.

She felt a little anxious, wondering if Elliot Sheridan would like it.

Elliot Sheridan took a bite, his expression unchanging. He then took a second bite, and only then did Georgia Thorne relax.

Under the warm yellow light, a smile bloomed on her fair face. Georgia Thorne was genuinely happy.

Elliot Sheridan glanced at her. ’She really is just a kid.’

’She’s still so green, in every sense of the word.’

After dinner, Georgia Thorne was about to wash the dishes, but Elliot Sheridan swept her up and carried her directly into the bedroom.

"But the dishes aren’t washed..." The rest of her words were smothered by the man’s kiss.

"The hourly cleaner will come tomorrow morning."

「The next morning」

The next morning, Georgia Thorne couldn’t stand being entangled in the man’s arms any longer.

She opened her eyes. Knowing he was grumpy when he woke up, she gently pried his arm off her and got out of bed.

The man’s stamina was incredibly high. He had taken her several times last night, each time more ferocious than the last.

Elliot Sheridan was still asleep.

Georgia Thorne left the room and saw the hourly cleaner was already tidying up.

’No other woman must have ever been in this house.’

’Otherwise, the cleaning lady wouldn’t have looked so surprised to see me.’

The cleaner, assuming she was Elliot Sheridan’s girlfriend, was very polite.

"Miss Thorne, are you hungry? Breakfast is ready!"

Georgia Thorne quickly waved her hands. "No, thank you. I have to go."

She changed her shoes. It was still early, and she had to hurry home.

At nine in the morning, Elliot Sheridan opened his eyes to find the space beside him empty.

Elliot Sheridan thought Georgia Thorne was outside, but he only saw the cleaner.

The cleaner said respectfully, "Sir, breakfast is ready."

Elliot Sheridan grunted in acknowledgment and seemed to ask casually, "Where is she?"

The cleaner paused for a second, then quickly understood. "Miss Thorne left at around six-thirty!"

Six-thirty. He hadn’t even been awake then.

Georgia Thorne had left without a trace. Elliot Sheridan glanced around. It was so clean it was as if she hadn’t been there at all last night.

He frowned, his expression displeased.

Seeing Elliot Sheridan’s dark expression, the cleaner didn’t dare say another word.

’Is it because that Miss Thorne left?’

She had worked here for five or six years, and this was the first time she’d ever come in the morning to find dirty dishes from the night before.

’The Sir doesn’t cook, so it must have been that Miss Thorne who did.’

Georgia Thorne returned home, her heart pounding with anxiety. Who would have thought she’d run right into Amanda Thorne as she was about to enter her room.

Amanda Thorne had just woken up. Seeing her fully dressed, she asked, "You went out?"

Georgia Thorne gave a dry laugh and pretended to wipe away sweat. "Just went for a run to get some exercise."

Amanda Thorne gave her a look before going into her own room.

Georgia Thorne breathed a sigh of relief. ’Good, she didn’t suspect anything.’

「That afternoon」

That afternoon, Georgia Thorne went to school to submit her application form.

After thinking it over and over, she ultimately decided to follow her heart and apply to Portmire U.

Of course, Elliot Sheridan’s influence might have been a factor as well.

By the time she returned, it was almost evening.

A familiar car was parked at the gate. A glance at the license plate confirmed it was Elliot Sheridan’s.

She walked toward the house suspiciously and heard Hayley Sullivan’s laughter, endlessly praising her own daughter.

Elliot Sheridan had been invited over for dinner by Amanda Thorne.

Amanda Thorne had only invited him on a whim, not expecting him to actually accept.

This made her even more certain that Elliot Sheridan was interested in her, too.

Georgia Thorne’s entrance drew Elliot Sheridan’s attention.

His deep-set eyes locked onto her. "Georgia, you’re back?"

Hearing him say "Georgia," Georgia Thorne’s heart beat even faster.

Georgia Thorne wanted to go straight upstairs, but Hayley Sullivan stopped her.

"Don’t be rude. Come and greet our guest!"

’He should be wary of this situation,’ she thought. She couldn’t understand why Elliot Sheridan would even come over.

Elliot Sheridan’s arrival made Georgia Thorne’s heart pound with fear.

Taking a seat next to Hayley Sullivan, Georgia Thorne obediently said, "Mr. Sheridan."

"Why are you calling him ’Mister’? You silly girl!" Hayley Sullivan’s expression immediately soured.

Georgia Thorne and Amanda Thorne were of the same generation. If Georgia called Elliot Sheridan "Mister," didn’t that mean Amanda would have to call him "Mister" too?

Georgia Thorne glanced back at Hayley Sullivan. ’If I don’t call him ’Mr. Sheridan,’ what am I supposed to call him?’

Georgia Thorne fell silent, but someone else spoke up for her.

Elliot Sheridan lit a cigarette. Amidst the swirling smoke, his thin lips moved slowly, his voice extremely deep and husky.

"It’s fine. She’s just a kid. Georgia knows my niece, so it’s only natural for her to call me ’Mr. Sheridan,’ too."