Talented Hairess A Rose with Thorns Novel novel Chapter 164

Chapter 164 

Wilson leaned in closer to her. His warm breath enveloped her ear lobes as he spoke, “Where did your boldness from earlier go?” 

Yvette’s ears burned, blushing with annoyance as she bit down on his arm 

“Heh.” Wilson’s low, dark chuckle rose unhurriedly. He gently pinched her chin, and his slender fingers lightly caressed her red lips. Naturally, an ambiguous atmosphere arose. 

“You’re such a dog, aren’t you?” His tone was filled with doting affection. 

Seeing Yvette’s reddened earlobes, Wilson no longer had the heart to tease her. Plus, he couldn’t guarantee he could control himself if he kept 

teasing. 

His Adam’s apple bobbed again as he forcefully suppressed the surging heat in his heart, lowering his voice to coax her, “My bed is wide. Sleep tight.” 

He understood Martha’s way of doing things–she would get what she wanted to get done, no matter what. The maids in the villa wouldn’t easily hand over the keys to anyone. 

Yvette pressed her lips together and agreed obediently. She was the type who not only disliked others touching her things but also disliked touching others‘ things. But Wilson was an exception. 

Seeing Yvette’s docile manner, Wilson’s eyes grew even more tender. He thoughtfully tucked the blanket around her. 

After walking out of the room, the tenderness in Wilson’s eyes quickly vanished, reverting to his usual cold aloofness. 

Seeing his expression, the maids suddenly felt a chill down their backs. They lowered their heads one by one, trembling as they spoke up. “Mr. Quinn, this… this is Mrs. Quinn Senior’s order. She had just called to say that she would fire us if we didn’t do things according to her wishes,” one of them stuttered. 

“Yes. Mrs. Quinn Senior also instructed that we can’t let you take the keys for the other rooms. Mr. Quinn, please don’t make things difficult for us…!! 

Wilson gritted his teeth. A deep look of helplessness flashed across his devastatingly handsome face. 

Martha must be wishing for a great–grandson, but now wasn’t the time. 

The next day, as soon as Yvette walked through the campus gates, she saw Yasmin getting out of the Murray family car. Behind her were several students from the Music Department, surrounding her with envious expressions. 

“Yasmin, we’re so jealous of you! You get to attend yesterday’s piano conference. I heard that President Thompson was present, and so was Mischa Rachmaninolt!” 

“Yeah! Mischa Rachmaninoff’s whereabouts are always a mystery, and she’s been in seclusion for so long. It must be an honor to be see her!