He was used to speaking casually, turning anything into a joke. To put it bluntly, it was arrogance; he never truly regarded anyone seriously, so he acted without reservation.
Odin merely smiled.
Milo casually asked, "How's Averi? Has she recovered?"
Odin replied, "Not bad, most of the scabs have fallen off, but sometimes walking is still difficult—she needs someone to help her."
Milo's brows furrowed slightly. "I heard it was a minor injury. Why would walking still be difficult?"
Odin concealed the sarcasm in his eyes by adjusting the materials in his hands. When he looked up again, his expression was calm. "You must have heard that from Averi, right?"
Milo remained silent, a rare trace of embarrassment appearing on his face.
Odin continued, "The accident was quite serious. The car was totaled. Averi didn't say it, but she must have been pretty scared, otherwise she wouldn't have hired a bodyguard to follow her around."
"Did Averi hire a bodyguard?"
"Yes, right after the car accident."
Milo fell silent again. Even if he knew little about Averi, he was aware that she disliked drawing attention to herself and usually only had Jordan around her.
Milo's silence carried a sense of self-reproach, which Odin found ridiculous. Self-reproach at this point was meaningless; where had he been when it mattered?
Odin decided to stop there, saying, "Milo, if there's nothing else, I'll head back and help out."
"Yeah, go ahead."
Just as Odin had taken a couple of steps, Milo suddenly called out to him, "Odin."
He stopped, turned to look at him, and waited for more.
Milo asked, "Do you know what your sister likes?"
Odin considered for a moment before choosing something trivial to say. "She really likes coffee—Americanos."
Milo felt a faint disappointment. He knew this too. What he wanted to ask was whether there were any preferences others didn't know about.
"Alright, I got it." Milo waved his hand, not continuing the question. One reason was he couldn't bring himself to do it, and the other was he believed he wouldn't get anything useful out of it.
In the early days after their engagement, he sent her many gifts, ranging from inexpensive trinkets to limited-edition jewelry. Her attitude was always rather indifferent—she would smile, thank him, and then talk about work. A few days later, he would receive a gift of similar value as a return.
Milo's gifts to women were all purchased by his assistant, so when he opened these returns, he knew that they were likely chosen by Jordan.
This must be what it feels like to meet your match.
At first, it was quite interesting, but after a few rounds, since he still couldn't win, his enthusiasm waned.
On Saturday, there weren't many people at the company.
Averi did not advocate meaningless overtime; she placed greater emphasis on results. Therefore, unless it was necessary for work, few people came to the office on weekends just to make an appearance.
Lunchtime came, and Jordan knocked on the door to ask what she wanted to eat and if she needed to order takeout. Averi thought for a moment and decided to go to the cafeteria.
Since she was at the company, Dallas was naturally there as well. Seeing her step out of her office, he promptly stood up to follow.
Averi said, "I'm heading to the cafeteria for lunch. Want to come?"
"Sure," Dallas replied.
"What were you reading just now?" She noticed a book on his desk, opened and face-down, which he must have hastily put down upon hearing her enter.
"Nothing."
This piqued Averi's curiosity, but she didn't say anything right away. Once they stepped into the elevator, she suddenly leaned in with a playful look. "Reading that kind of book during work hours? Is it one of those infamous titles or something more... classic?"
Knowing she was teasing him, Dallas calmly said, "No."
"Then what is it?"
The more he tried to hide it, the more she wanted to know. She realized she seemed unable to tolerate Dallas having secrets from her.
Dallas also noticed her unusual persistence, feeling a bit helpless but also subtly moved. Looking at her eyes, illuminated by the soft light, he felt an unexpected urge to touch her. His hand lifted halfway before he remembered the elevator's camera overhead. He pulled back and said, "On War, it's a textbook for university military theory courses."
Because it was too boring, he hadn't mentioned it the first time she asked.
As for the second time, he deliberately didn't say anything because he wanted to see her press further.
Dallas felt ashamed of his newfound pettiness.
Averi noticed the movement of his hands and raised his eyebrows and feet lightly. Then, he lifted a smile that seemed to be faint, wrapped his arms around Dallas' neck, pressed down on his head, and kissed him deeply. One hand even rubbed his still unconscious penis through his pants.
Dallas helped her shoulder, wanting to push, but didn't dare to exert force, so he whispered her name, "Averi, don't make a fuss."
The helplessness and tenderness in the tone made Averi's heart also soften fiercely.
She left his lips, her hand still hanging on his neck, her neck slightly tilted back, and looked at him, asking, "Dallas, what are you afraid of? Are you afraid that someone will post this video online, or are you afraid that someone will masturbate with you through the screen?"
As she spoke, she pressed her soft chest against his, brushing against him with deliberate gentleness.
She used the words he forced her to ask him when she was in the parking lot that day.
Dallas' pupils shrank and he pursed his thin lips without speaking.
He is afraid that someone will use her to masturbate.
Averi inexplicably pulled open his shirt, lowered his head, and kissed his chest.
Her wet tongue teased his nipple, catching Dallas off guard and drawing a sharp gasp from him. He quickly raised a hand to cover her face, shielding her movements as his broad frame pressed her securely into the corner. His imposing height and protective stance enveloped her completely, giving the impression to an outsider that he was pinning her against her will.
Her hand still wanted to reach out and embrace his waist, but he grabbed it and pressed it back.
"You have a mole on the back of your hand, it will be recognized by others."
Really?
She doesn't even know about it herself.
Averi held his nipple and asked, "Do you know all the moles on my body?"
Dallas's gaze deepened.
Yes, he knows it all.
Two on the back, one in the rib area below the chest, and one on the inner thigh.
"When I got into the elevator just now, my face was exposed, "Averi murmured softly, sucking heavily on his sensitive flesh and coating it with saliva, as well as an ambiguous lipstick mark.
