The aloof and prideful man had already ignored someone, with the gentle sound of running water coming from the bathroom.
Tessa turned, looked at her chest in the mirror, and loudly complained to the man in the bathroom, not caring if he could hear or not: "What's with the big deal? Why is a bigger chest considered beautiful, isn't petite and delicate more beautiful? If you like big so much, how about I send you a cow tomorrow?"
She insisted that she would never admit it. Nothing happened between them last night despite the way things were, and it wasn't because she wasn't attractive.
It must be Faye's fault.
Otherwise, how to explain that such an enticing goddess like her made a move, yet he stopped at the last moment.
Thinking of this, Tessa suddenly shivered.
Could it be possible that Faye is frigid, or has ED, or perhaps he's one of those lipstick guys?
Regardless of how handsome a man is, how good his temperament, lack of money can be overcome. But if he can't perform his duties as a man, can he still be called a man?
However, it seemed, possibly, that she had a faint little memory of someone's scorching, firm presence against her last night…
Oh my, her face blushed, and her little heart pounded.
How embarrassing!
She cleared her throat twice, pretending to be very serious, and yelled again towards the bathroom: "Faye, this is my bathroom, my room. You come out, go to your own room's bathroom."
The sound of water stopped, and a man's deep voice came from inside: "It's eight forty-five."
"So what?" Tessa stood there with a somewhat adorable and confused expression, not quite understanding what he meant by saying it was eight forty-five.
Faye suddenly spoke again, in a lazy tone: "You're going to be late."
"Ah!" Tessa exclaimed in surprise, quickly grabbing clothes from the wardrobe.
Not caring if someone was still in the bathroom and might come out anytime, she changed clothes while shouting: "Why didn't you say so earlier, it's all your fault I'm going to be late..."
Five minutes later, she was fully dressed and sparsely made-up, just as Faye came out of the bathroom.
Before leaving, Tessa threw him a sentence: "Remember to apply for marriage leave, tomorrow you'll be going to my house for battle!!"
With that said, she dashed off at full sprint!
Faye squinted his eyes slightly, his deep gaze following her until her figure disappeared.
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Tessa is an intern reporter at a fashion magazine.
During her internship, she went to ask the director for marriage leave, and she was late, resulting in being scolded badly, making everyone in the company aware that she was married.
A genuine suitor of Tessa's at the company, upon learning she was married, felt utterly heartbroken, unable to even pick up the pieces.
The senior who always guided Tessa at the company, a forty-year-old unmarried woman, displayed a hint of sourness regarding Tessa's marriage.
Speaking to Tessa, she said in a disdainful tone, "Did you really get married? What does your husband do? Does he have a house? A car? What's his annual income?"
"Sister Autumn, he's a model (are you sure?), temporarily without a house or a car." Tessa said with a smile, her expression calm.
Autumn Sterling snorted coldly, with immense contempt: "A model? Oh my, as if people outside our industry wouldn't know, the modeling world is such a chaotic field, yet you found a model. Are you out of your mind?"