The Moment I Stepped Into His World as the Fake Girlfriend, I Became the Real Prize novel Chapter 76

From start to finish, Sterling kept his gaze firmly fixed out the window.

The intermittent rustling of the girl changing clothes drifted into his ears. Already riled up by her earlier, he had to clench his hands into tight fists, desperately trying to ignore her existence.

After what felt like an eternity, the Rolls-Royce finally pulled into The Hawthorne Estate.

The physical and mental agitation raging within Sterling barely managed to subside.

The very next second, he pushed the car door open, his feet hitting the pavement.

Then, he instinctively glanced back at the girl.

One look was all it took for his expression to turn completely glacial.

In a flash, Sterling climbed right back into the car and slammed the door shut!

Seeing him get out, Elena had been about to follow, but then the young man abruptly returned, the temperature around him dropping to absolute zero.

Her stunning face scrunched up in complete confusion and utter bewilderment.

When Sterling handed Elena his white shirt, he hadn't thought much of it.

He never imagined she would take off her skirt as well, leaving herself wearing nothing but a single dress shirt.

Her high ponytail, thoroughly soaked, clung to her in damp tendrils. Paired with her expressive, peach-blossom eyes, she looked devastatingly innocent yet undeniably seductive.

Trailing his gaze lower, he noticed two buttons left undone, revealing her snow-white neck, elegant collarbones, and a deep, enticing plunge.

"Elena, you..."

Pausing on her chest for just a second, Sterling's ears burned crimson as he sharply tore his gaze away.

That was when he spotted her school uniform, her skirt, and... her bra.

It was white, trimmed with lace...

Sterling squeezed his eyes shut, cutting off any chance of looking again!

"Why aren't you wearing... a bra?"

He ground out the last two words through gritted teeth, thoroughly mortified.

How could she wear his dress shirt with nothing underneath!

Did this wicked woman not realize that even though the white shirt wasn't completely sheer, the thin fabric still clearly outlined her most intimate curves?

A long silence stretched out as the girl simply refused to answer him.

"Really? Then can we cancel the previous deductions too?"

That was exactly what Elena had been waiting for. She leaned forward, closing the distance between them.

Sterling lowered his gaze, realizing that his shirt was entirely too massive on her frame.

With her leaning in, the collar gapped wide open, giving him an unobstructed, breathtaking view of the gorgeous scenery beneath!

"Elena, are you trying to seduce me?"

When he finally spoke again, he let out a dry scoff.

"No, I'm not..."

"I'm a germaphobe. Even though I'm not as severe as Tristan, I absolutely refuse to touch... a dirty woman."

Cutting her off with a sneer, Sterling adopted a commanding, domineering posture. "Even if Lydia wasn't in the picture, it would never be you. Understand?"

"If you ever try to seduce me again, you'll end up with absolutely nothing!"

Elena was completely baffled. "Master Sterling, what are you talking about? I wasn't seducing you!"

The young man clearly didn't buy it, pointing a finger at the clothes she had taken off. "If you aren't trying to seduce me, then why... aren't you wearing a bra?"