By now, Jace Lennox had walked right up to Phoebe Faulkner. His tall frame completely trapped the petite Phoebe between his chest and the wall.
"Wh-what… what do you want?" Phoebe's whole body was trembling with nervousness, but she forced herself to meet Jace Lennox's eyes. It was just that when speaking to him, faced with his powerful aura and unfathomably deep gaze, she couldn't help but stammer.
"You're stepping on my shirt."
Hearing this, Phoebe jumped. Only then did she realize she was indeed stepping on Jace's shirt. She quickly moved her foot so he could pick it up.
'But it had been on the floor, and I even stepped on it a few times,' she thought. 'Can it even be worn anymore?'
Jace didn't pick up the shirt off the floor. Instead, after seeing Phoebe's flustered expression, he walked over to the landline and dialed the front desk. "Send up a set of women's clothes."
As he spoke, Jace looked Phoebe up and down and continued, "Height under 5'3", weight around 95 pounds, D-cup…"
When Phoebe heard this, she hastily covered her chest and shot a vicious glare at the man from across the room.
As if he hadn't seen her glare, Jace hung up the phone and started walking toward Phoebe again. The moment she saw this, Phoebe thought the aloof-looking man was coming to hit her because of the way she'd looked at him.
"You… I'm warning you, I'm…"
However, Jace simply walked past her to the wardrobe, opened it, and took out the clothes inside. Then, as if no one else was there, he dropped his bathrobe and changed into a shirt and pants right in front of Phoebe.
The moment Phoebe saw Jace drop his bathrobe, she squeezed her eyes shut in shock. 'Is this man an exhibitionist? Didn't he see me standing here? How could he so casually change clothes right in front of me?!'
'No, wait. The issue isn't that he's changing in front of me. It's last night. What happened last night? Why did I wake up naked in bed with this man? Last night, we… last night…'
Phoebe forced herself to calm down, but her cheeks were still bright red.
"Sir, last night, we didn't…" Phoebe was desperate to know what had happened, but before she could finish, Jace turned to look at her. His deep gaze landed on her face as he asked, "What do you want to know?"
"Last night, we didn't… we didn't do anything… right?" Phoebe asked, clinging to a sliver of hope. She felt sore all over, but she didn't feel anything unusual down there. 'Maybe we didn't…'
However, Jace's next words shattered her fantasy. "It's exactly as you think."
Phoebe was stunned into silence.
"You were very passionate last night. You wouldn't let me go." Jace suddenly closed in on Phoebe, pinning her against the wall. He traced a line on his shoulder with his finger. "Here, and here… These are the marks you left behind last night."
Phoebe's mind went completely blank.
Realizing she had truly lost her virginity, Phoebe's eyes reddened.
'I've been set up! Set up by my cousin—the one who pretended she wanted to make up with me!'