Chapter 62 Eight Prohibitions (2)

As she finished speaking, she put on an adorable act, blinking her big eyes at him. Isla Hawskin had always said that her eyes, both innocent and provocative, were an irresistible magnet to any normal man. Staring at the girl’s large, captivating eyes, Kris Cooper instinctively reached for her small face and leaned closer. Under his gaze, Vera Wave froze as if spellbound. A droplet of water slid from his short hair, paused for a moment at the tip, then fell, landing on her eyelashes. Startled by the cold water, her eyelashes fluttered. She snapped back to her senses and quickly pulled her face away. What... what was she doing? She actually wanted... wanted to kiss him?! "I got dirty water in my eye. I... I’m going to wash my face!" Just as she tried to stand, he grabbed her hand, pulling her back onto the sofa. "Wait. Let me rinse it with some eye drops." Kris Cooper reached for his eye drops on the table, then leaned over her and gently pried open her left eyelid. "Look down." She did as he said, her gaze falling directly onto his bare chest and two small, pink nipples. Instantly, her face flushed. After squeezing two drops into her eye, Kris Cooper casually picked up a tissue and wiped away the moisture. "Does it still hurt?" Vera shook her head. "Thank you! Well... if there’s nothing else, I’ll get going." Leaving? Kris Cooper gestured towards the coffee table with his chin. "Two copies are required. We’re still one short." Fine! Vera thought, then straightened up and continued to copy. Finally, after finishing the second copy and signing her name under ’Party B,’ she handed both contracts to him. Kris Cooper glanced at them, took a pen, signed his name under ’Party A,’ and passed one copy back to her. Vera Wave accepted the contract and glanced at the signature. It was an artistic flourish of strokes, so elaborate it hardly resembled two characters. Even his signature is so over-the-top! She curled her lip disdainfully. Just then, a plate was placed in front of her. "Finish eating, then go to bed." Vera looked at the dessert on the plate. It was barely touched, except for a few missing strawberries. "Do you have another fork?" Hearing her implicit suggestion that his fork was dirty, Kris Cooper’s expression darkened. "No!" If you don’t have one, you don’t have one! Why be so aggressive about it? Vera pulled out a tissue, meticulously wiped the fork he had used, and then began to eat the dessert. While she happily ate her dessert, she remained oblivious that her meticulous fork-wiping had thoroughly stoked his anger. Suppressing his fury as he watched her swallow the last piece of dessert, Kris Cooper immediately said, "Blow-dry my hair." Vera put down her plate. "Fifty USD." The man raised an eyebrow. "Deal." She quickly grabbed a piece of paper and a ruler from the table and sketched a simple table. In the ’Item’ column, she wrote ’Blow-dry hair,’ and in the ’Price’ column, ’50.’ Then she handed him the pen. "Sign here, so you can’t deny it later." The man smirked. "Service first, payment later!" Vera pouted, then got up and went into the bathroom, returning with a hairdryer. Seeing that the man was comfortably lounging on the sofa with no intention of moving, she plugged in the hairdryer, kicked off her shoes, climbed onto the sofa beside him, perching on its high backrest. She supported his head with her hand and began blow-drying his hair. A short while later, his hair was dry. "Done." She held out the paper and pen again. "Sign it." Fifty USD, just like that! At this rate, I’ll pay off this debt pretty quickly! Her nose tingled, and she let out an involuntary sneeze. Kris Cooper took the pen and signed his name. Then, he suddenly pulled her into his arms, strode into the bedroom, pulled back the covers, and tucked her into bed. He then lay down beside her.