Morning sunlight spilled over the slightly disheveled **.
Looking at Chelsea, who had regained consciousness but still had a few tears lingering at the corners of her eyes, Jonas could not help smiling as he spoke:
"It seems last night's treatment worked quite well for you, Miss Chelsea?"
"Hmph."
Chelsea huffed and lifted her chin without saying anything more.
Of course, she still remembered what Jonas had done to her last night. For a lady, those memories could only be described as utterly mortifying. Even now, recalling them made her blush and unconsciously rub her inner thighs together.
As the person at the helm of the Nathen Conglomerate, Miss Chelsea naturally could not display emotions such as anticipation, longing, or unsatisfied desire.
So she was adept at disguising herself behind a cool expression, using distant words to conceal her true feelings.
Jonas saw through Chelsea's thoughts, but he merely smiled, with no intention of exposing her.
Leaving aside what exactly had happened in the room...
Just as Jonas had said, it had all been nothing more than treatment... As for the details of that treatment, those remained unknown.
As the other party to their deal, Miss Chelsea had cooperated very enthusiastically with the treatment. For instance, beneath that coat, she had worn not ordinary clothes, but a bunny-girl outfit.
Naturally, this had also been a prerequisite for the treatment, something stipulated well before she came here.
In a sense, Miss Aifei'er's suspicions had not actually been wrong. But compared with the scenario the girl had imagined... Mr. Jonas's approach to the deal had been much simpler and more direct.
Remembering her behavior last night, which could only be described as that of a lust-crazed woman, Chelsea felt her face grow hot.
Ever since her first treatment, Chelsea had often recalled