65. Conquering a Love Rival With Her Face

Perhaps Mancy’s gaze was far too obvious. Sensing something, Tara lifted her eyes and looked over toward where she was standing.

Then, those beautiful, glass-bead-like eyes blinked at her in utter confusion. "And you are?"

Seeing that she had exposed herself, Mancy simply walked straight inside, coming right up to her.

"Hello, I am Mancy."

She extended her hand toward Tara, the smile on her face very faint. Those emerald-green pupils stared at her fixedly, actually giving Tara a hair-raising sensation, as if she were being locked onto by a snake.

Tara’s expression froze. Feeling a bit frightened by her gaze, the sweet and soft cream puff in her hand suddenly didn't seem as delicious anymore. Her body stiffened as she reached out to return the handshake. "He... Hello."

Her eyes were round and bright, naturally glistening and wet—clean, translucent, and resembling an innocent fawn in the forest.

Her moist, beautiful rose-petal lips were nervously pursed, and the upper vermilion border was even stained with a bit of cream left over from eating the puff.

Delicate, beautiful, radiant, and clean—viewed from an even closer distance than last time, the visual impact was multiplied.

This face almost formatically made one recall all the most beautiful adjectives in this world.

At this exact moment, Mancy felt herself let go of her grievances.

If she were a cold, ice-block of a man like Killian, she estimated that she would also be completely unable to restrain herself from falling in love with a girl like this.

She couldn't help but soften her gaze, her tone also turning a fraction more gentle. "Don't be nervous. I merely want to be friends with you; I don't have any other intentions..."

Noon, off-work time.

Inside the cozy, stylized lounge, Tara was softly humming a song, lying propped up on the soft, down-covered sofa while holding a tablet to watch a movie.

A faint, sweet fragrance lingered in the air, originating precisely from the unfinished box of strawberry coconut cake beside her hand.

The atmosphere was quiet and leisurely. She was watching so intently that she didn't even notice that Killian had already returned to the lounge.

"What movie are you watching?"

A crisp, magnetic voice traveled over, and her waist was firmly encircled by a strong, powerful arm, pulling her into a solid embrace.

"Ah!"

Tara, who was watching intently, let out a tiny gasp of surprise from being startled by this sudden embrace. She turned her head to look.

Following that, a look of pleasant surprise immediately overflowed from her beautiful eyes. "Husband, you're off work?"

Killian really loved hearing her call him husband. Her sweet, soft voice, rendered somewhat sticky right now due to being lowered, sounded exactly as if she were acting spoiled.

The corners of his thin lips curled up slightly, and he said warmly, "Mhm. I missed you, so I left work early."

"Left work early?" Tara displayed a look of confusion. "Can a boss also leave work early? Won't your employees talk about you?"

He shook his head slightly. "They won't."

Reaching his current position, aside from some relatively important, large-scale international meetings, other matters could be fully handled by the elites under his command with full proxy authority.

Therefore, he possessed ample time to be together with her, whiling away the hours.

"Oh, so that's how it is..." She slightly lowered her eyes, appearing deep in thought, with no telling what was running through her head.

He raised his hand to pinch the tip of her cute, delicate chin, forcing her to meet his eyes. "What's wrong?"

She didn't speak, merely staring at him intently for a few seconds. Then she leaned close to drop a kiss on his cheek before saying in a soft voice, "Husband, do you like me?"

He didn't know why she suddenly asked this question again.

Of course, the logic unique to Little Lover Tara was always highly erratic; it was fine as long as he went along with it.

"Mhm, I like you."

He reached out, familiarly and intimately scraping her elegant nose tip. "Why ask this all of a sudden?"

Tara didn't answer his question, instead looking at him with a self-absorbed, sly gaze. "How much do you like me?"

Looking at her sly eyes, Killian didn't know what she was up to. He simply used his own method to cooperate, lowering his head to capture her lips, deep and lingeringly rubbing against them.

This was a very deep kiss, gentle and meticulous. By the time they parted, her entire being had been kissed into a daze. She then saw his forehead resting against hers, his deep voice carrying a smile. "Do you know now?"

The frequency of her heartbeat was exceptionally rapid at this moment.

Tara’s small Adam's apple rolled uncontrollably, and she didn't speak.

As expected, Mancy was right—internal friction was useless. It was better to check out the situation first; even if it was just superficial, it could still be properly utilized.

With this thought, she spoke up rather suggestively, "Is it just like this?"

Killian quietly watched her expectant eyes, and at this moment, he finally retrospectively realized the motive behind this series of actions.

Little Lover Tara really never forgot her character setting for a single moment.

The groundwork was indeed laid, but the ultimate ambition was stated so bluntly that she wouldn't last a single minute in a palace intrigue drama.

He didn't know whether to laugh or cry. Maintaining this posture of holding her face-to-face, he rubbed her head. "Of course it's not just like this."

At 1:00 PM, in Yun City, at a certain internationally renowned auction center, the welcoming staff and security had been upgraded by several levels compared to usual.

Today's auction primarily featured three categories of items—antiques, artworks, and jewelry—and its scale was the highest among all auctions in the past six months.

Consequently, the big bosses coming to attend the auction were as numerous as clouds.

"Don't worry, baby. That necklace you like—I will definitely secure it for you later."

In the front row seats, Gary George soothingly patted Melanie Zhu's fair hand.

Melanie Zhu smiled. "Mhm, thank you, Brother Gary."

Melanie Zhu was a female celebrity in the entertainment industry. Because of her uniquely blessed, exquisite looks, shortly after her debut, she was spotted by Gary George, a top wealthy tycoon of Yun City, who pursued and won her over.

Gary George wasn't exactly young, and his looks weren't outstanding either, but his redeeming qualities were that he was wealthy and generous; basically, as long as it was something Melanie Zhu wanted, he would give it to her.

As for today's necklace, she had already set her eyes on it back during the promotional warm-up.

She placed immense faith in Gary George's financial power, which was why she had already instructed her team to release press releases to her fans, hinting that she would subsequently attend the Weibo Carnival Grand Ceremony three days later wearing this necklace.

Therefore, she was determined to secure this necklace today.

While she was secretly thinking to herself, she suddenly heard a complete uproar from the venue. Before long, surrounded eagerly by the on-site staff, a man with a tall, erect build and a cold, oppressive aura walked inside.

Staring at that man, Melanie Zhu's expression froze completely.

He looked very young and also very handsome, with deep facial features and a high nose bridge. A deep black velvet suit looked exceptionally crisp on his frame, and the fine, slim tailoring highlighted his broad shoulders, narrow waist, and long legs even further.

If God had favorites, then he ought to be Nuwa's most beloved child.

To be able to appear at this type of auction venue, his identity was bound to be significant.

Young, handsome, and wealthy.

Melanie Zhu stared without blinking at that man of extraordinary bearing, her heartbeat uncontrollably accelerating.

She didn't know which clan's grand figure this was either; she seemed to have faintly seen him on some financial news before, yet it was very blurry.

Suppressing the churning emotions in her heart, she snuggled against Gary George as if acting spoiled, smiling and teasing, "Oh dear, this person puts on such a massive display. Brother Gary, who is he?"

At this moment, Gary George didn't pay her any mind. He merely stared blankly at that powerful, freezing-cold man, his eyes nearly popping out in shock!