Second Marriage to Mr. Rich

His Adam's apple bobbed. He was struggling to hold back the emotions he had been suppressing.

Ever since he slept with Angeline, Sean had always found himself losing control when he was around her. The addictive feeling was almost beyond his control. While his gaze remained fixed on her, he gently pressed the corner of her lips with his finger and asked, "Can I kiss you?"

Startled, she parted her lips slightly but no words came out. Her heart almost stopped at his request. She felt her whole body tingling under his profound gaze.

She wondered how he could be so straightforward and unabashed about wanting to kiss her.

Any intimate gesture with Sean would make her feel a strong sense of guilty pleasure, let alone kissing him, especially after that time when she was forcibly kissed by him in this apartment.

The details of their lips and tongues intertwining, the intimate sound they made when kissing that would make one's ears burn, and the man's heavy breaths were all vividly replaying in her mind as if it had just happened.

Just the thought of it made her ears burn.

"I... I should go," she blurted, avoiding Sean's gaze.

"Angie, whether it's a kiss or a hug..."

His hand, which was pinching her chin, slid to the back of her head. Then, his fair and slender fingers slipped into her hair.

Stubbornly waiting for Angeline's response, he said, "Angie, I just want to comfort you, but I don't know how. Please tell me what I can do to help."

Every word he uttered was reminding her of their last kiss and breaking down her defenses.

"Can I refuse?" she asked, trying hard to restrain her pounding heart.

In a daze, she left his apartment and made her way to the laboratory. In her mind echoed the ambiguous chuckle from Sean when she rejected him just now. Before she could understand the meaning behind his smile, she had already arrived at her destination.

She shook her head, pushing aside all the complex and chaotic emotions, and began her busy afternoon.

At 7:30 pm, Gregory forcibly dragged her out of the laboratory and made her take off her protective gear.

While she was removing her gloves, he poured her a glass of milk and leaned against the bar counter, asking, "What are your plans regarding the baby?"

Without lifting her head, she washed her hands at the nearby sink while answering, "Did Ned send you here to ask me?"

She found it somewhat ridiculous and wondered why Ned was so confident that the child she was carrying was his.

"Let me repeat myself, the child is not his!" Angeline grabbed a napkin to dry her hands and said, "Tell him not to care too much about my affairs. Instead of wasting time on me, he should care more about his fiancée!"

"No, it's not Ned. We're classmates after all. I genuinely care about you!" said Gregory as he scratched his head awkwardly, the glass still in his hand.

"I also think that Ned's a jerk, and I'm not close with him at all. This is my first time back in the country after all those years, so it was my first time meeting him! I swear it's true!"

Gregory hurriedly denied any connection with Ned.

Seeing that Angeline was staring at him with her clear eyes silently, he confessed, "It was him who couldn't stop texting me, so I came to ask you."

She replied, "Tell him to stop asking about my affairs. To put it bluntly, he is just embarrassing himself.

"He once said I was pestering him shamelessly like a plaster, but now that I'm avoiding him, he turns around and starts asking about me.

"Does he need a lapdog to follow him around to make him seem like he's so charming?"