The Scorned Heiress: No More Mercy novel Chapter 967

"Oh, stop it, you're making me blush!"

"If I didn't ask, you'd probably explode trying to keep it a secret," Tara fires back with a laugh.

"Hehe, you know me too well," Bianca grins. Dropping all pretense, she dives straight into the juicy details, excitedly recounting how she and her incredible man spent the entire night tangled in the sheets.

After rambling for several minutes, she adds with a sheepish laugh, "Ugh, just the other day I was swearing I'd make him grovel. I said I'd only reply to one out of ten of his texts with a 'K' or 'whatever.' And now, in the blink of an eye, I'm already sleeping with him. Tara, am I totally spineless? Do you think he's going to dump me now?"

Behind her, Coen goes entirely still.

He overhears the entire conversation and can't help but shake his head. So that was her grand plan? Maybe next time he should spam her with a dozen texts at once just to make her feel like she's getting the groveling she wanted. Would that make her happy?

And more importantly... is this really how women talk to their friends? So explicit and unhinged?

He stands near the doorway, his fingers absentmindedly tracing the edge of a file he grabbed from the home office, his eyes fixed on the tips of Bianca's ears, which are burning red with embarrassment. This girl acts like a tame little kitten in front of him, but behind his back, she's scheming up all sorts of wicked plots. A faint, mischievous smile tugs at the corner of his mouth.

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