During this time, she had been thinking about meeting Loren every moment of every day.
Now that the day had finally arrived, it was clear just how excited she was.
Loren carefully looked Natasha over. He had to admit that this woman truly had her own unique taste when it came to such matters.
"You're becoming more and more sensible!"
"It's rare to hear you praise me. Doesn't that mean you should give me a little reward?" Natasha said, giving Loren a meaningful look.
Hearing that, Loren immediately understood what she meant.
He said nothing, merely smiled and sat down on the edge of the bed.
"Go on, what reward do you want? I'll definitely give it to you."
"You don't need to give it to me. I can take it myself." Natasha flashed a seductive smile, then began making her move.
What disappointed her somewhat was that Loren did not seem especially stirred by her, because his vital signs remained steady.
It dealt a slight blow to her confidence.
Seeing her, Loren showed absolutely no reaction. That was practically an insult to her womanhood.
When had her charm declined to such a point? She could not help feeling deeply defeated.
But in truth, she had completely misunderstood Loren. The reason his heart was as calm as still water at that moment—
Was not because he felt nothing for Natasha, but because he had already eaten his fill not long ago.
Under such circumstances, he naturally would not be so impulsive.
Still, he was not someone who wasted what was offered to him. Natasha had delivered herself to his door, so there was no reason for him not to partake.
Naturally, he could see the frustration in Natasha's eyes.
So, smiling, he leaned close to Natasha's ear and roughly told