A Night of Desire

Chapter 200 - 197: Are You Weak?

A triumphant glint appeared in Seth Quinn’s eyes. He backed out of the call history, locked his phone screen, and then looked at her. "Well? Have you made up your mind?"

Clara Grant gritted her teeth. Did she dare say no?

’She truly didn’t understand. Is *that* really so important to men? Important enough for him to resort to such despicable methods to threaten me!’

"I can... help you, but... I’ll only... use my hands..." Just saying those words took every last bit of Clara Grant’s courage. Her face flushed so red it looked like it could drip blood.

Seth Quinn looked at her deeply flushed face, casually tossed his phone into the storage compartment, and moved closer. He grabbed her chin with one hand, forcing her to lift her head and meet his gaze.

"No need to be shy. Sex between a man and a woman is perfectly normal. You’re my wife, so it’s only natural for a wife to help her husband with his physical needs. Come on, don’t be afraid. Touch it..."

Their faces were very close. The man’s breath brushed against her face, tickling her.

The man’s words were slow and bewitching as he guided her hand with his own. Clara Grant couldn’t help but follow his lead, slowly beginning to move.

Inside the car, hidden from outside view, the man’s breathing gradually grew heavier. For a moment, the car was filled with a sensual, amorous atmosphere.

...

Clara Grant didn’t know how much time had passed. It wasn’t until both of her hands were aching and sore that the man, spurred on by her impatient and shy urging, finally released himself.

Instantly, a faint, sweet, and musky smell filled the car.

Feeling the sticky wetness in her hand and smelling that musky-sweet scent, Clara Grant was so disgusted she almost threw up.

Seth Quinn, however, was satisfied. He rested his head on Clara Grant’s shoulder and let out a comfortable sigh before sitting up straight. He pulled out a wet wipe and began to clean her palm.

He wiped slowly and meticulously. As he cleaned, the man glanced up at her, a wicked, teasing smile playing on his lips.

"From now on, it’s mine."

"..."

Clara Grant couldn’t believe that such a domineering and arrogant man would actually make a joke—and such a dirty one at that.

"Then you should chop it off. From now on, you can just let it keep you company and help you out." Clara Grant was exhausted from what he’d made her do. She mustered her strength to pull her hand back and retorted irritably.

"What, are you jealous?" Seth Quinn was in an excellent mood, the curve of his lips widening.

"..." ’Jealous my ass!’

"Don’t worry, you’re still the empress. It’s just a concubine, at best..."

Clara Grant: "..."

’I want absolutely nothing to do with him!’

...

Seth Quinn drove the car back to where they had been, parked, and said to Clara Grant, "Let’s go," as he prepared to get out.

"Hey..." Clara Grant called out to stop him.

Seth Quinn turned back, confused. Clara Grant gave an awkward smile and pointed to the corner of her own mouth, reminding him, "Right here..."

At first, she’d considered not telling him and just letting him walk out and embarrass himself. But then she remembered that River Sterling and the others had seen him pull her away.

If he walked out looking like that, wouldn’t they know what had happened between them in a single glance?

Seth Quinn didn’t understand. He frowned and grunted, "Hm?" Clara Grant pointed to the rearview mirror again.

Seth Quinn glanced at the rearview mirror and was stunned to find the corners of his lips smeared with Clara Grant’s lipstick.

He remembered that when he’d pulled her out, she hadn’t had time to remove her makeup yet. As it happened, her makeup was quite heavy, and her lipstick had been applied thickly. So now his mouth looked like that of a vampire who had just fed on human blood.

Seth Quinn chuckled. He took out a wet wipe to clean the corners of his mouth, tossed it into the car’s trash bag, and then playfully pinched her nose. "Naughty," he said, his voice laced with amusement.

He said that one word, "naughty," so naturally and with such doting affection, it was as if he were whispering the sweetest words of love to his most cherished person. Clara Grant’s heart skipped a beat, and a strange feeling welled up inside her.

But then, she immediately laughed at herself for being so foolish. ’How could Seth Quinn possibly be whispering sweet nothings to me? I’m not the one he loves. Nominally, I’m his wife, but in his eyes, I’m probably just a tool for his sexual release, right?’

’He’s just in a good mood after using me, his tool, so his words sound a little nicer and kinder, that’s all.’

...

When they returned to the makeup room, River Sterling and the others were surprisingly still there, as if they had been waiting for them specifically.

The moment they saw them return, the three people who had been chatting idly all turned to look.

"Yo, back so soon?" River Sterling had long since forgotten Seth Quinn’s threat. With a roguish grin, he looked Clara Grant up and down before turning to Seth Quinn. "Seth, you’re not... lacking, are you?"

Clara Grant felt uncomfortable being sized up like that. She subconsciously lowered her head and tried to hide behind Seth Quinn.

She was so preoccupied with her embarrassment that she naturally didn’t catch the meaning behind River Sterling’s words.

But the other three all understood. Poppy Vance covered her mouth and giggled, while Linden Jennings’s gaze toward Seth Quinn also held a hint of amusement.

Seth Quinn raised an eyebrow and said to River Sterling in a cold voice, "I think you’ve got a death wish. Even if you were lacking, I never would be."

Although his expression was serious and his voice was cold, he couldn’t hide the amusement in his eyes and tone.

River Sterling was a sharp one. He naturally noticed something was different and immediately took a step forward, teasing, "Oho, Seth, you look so refreshed and cheerful. You must have been up to no good, huh?"

While Clara Grant hadn’t been paying close attention before and hadn’t understood, she understood *this* sentence from River Sterling perfectly.

Her face flushed red, and she instinctively blurted out to him, "President Sterling, you’ve misunderstood. We didn’t..."

"You didn’t what?" The teasing look on River Sterling’s face grew more intense, showing no intention of letting her off the hook.

Clara Grant’s face grew redder and redder as she stammered, unable to speak.

"River Sterling!" Seeing the woman’s anxious expression, Seth Quinn couldn’t help but call out a warning to River Sterling.

Seeing that he had teased her enough, River Sterling cleared his throat and said, "Seth, this is where you’re wrong. Look how you’ve scared the poor girl. Even if she had a few NGs during her scene, you didn’t need to drag her out to scold her, did you? This... overly strict personality of yours, you’ve got to change it!"

’So that’s what he meant by being "up to no good"!’ Clara Grant could finally breathe a sigh of relief.

"One should do the job that comes with their status. If she isn’t punished, she won’t learn her lesson." Seth Quinn’s words seemed to be a reply to River Sterling, but to Clara Grant, they sounded like they were spoken deliberately for her to hear.

She looked up and inadvertently met his gaze, which was filled with a knowing, meaningful smile. He really did have a hidden meaning in his words!

’Is he talking about how I’m his wife, but I’m not properly fulfilling my wifely duties?’

’Pervert! Thinking about that even in front of everyone!’

Poppy Vance, however, walked over to Clara Grant’s side in a few steps, took her arm, and said to the three men, "Alright, let’s go get something to eat. Sister Clara must be tired from filming. She’s probably starving."

After speaking, she didn’t wait for a response and started leading Clara Grant out.

But the door to the makeup room was suddenly pushed open, and Faye Jennings walked in from outside, carrying a bag in her hand.