Chapter 4

Milo kept his word.

That night, he took me to 'The Nightfall's masquerade party.

I wore a mask and a deep red gown, standing in the corner. No one recognized me.

But I recognized Declan and Cora.

Milo stood by my side, noticing my gaze, he spoke through gritted teeth, "What? Feeling sad?"

I shook my head.

"Declan, that bastard, isn't worth my sadness."

"So obedient?"

Milo leaned down, his breath hot against my ear.

"Then I should reward you."

Saying this, he lowered his head and kissed my lips, his tongue prying open my teeth, plundering freely.

I was kissed until my head spun, my whole body going limp in his arms.

How was this rewarding me? It was clearly rewarding himself.

Until Declan walked over, "Uncle?"

Milo released me, and I clung to him, half my face hiding in his neck, breathing lightly.

"So boring, even with a mask you can recognize me?" Milo laughed.

At six-foot-three, he was hard not to recognize.

Cora looked me up and down, her gaze unfriendly: "And who is this?"

Milo ignored her.

But Cora continued, "Uncle Milo, aren't you afraid this woman might have ulterior motives? What if she's trying to get into your bed to scam you?"

I was speechless; this manipulative woman should just shut up if she can't speak properly.

Milo chuckled, his fingers brushing the back of my neck: "I actually hope she wants to get into my bed."

Hearing this, everyone turned to look at me.

"How dull, can you still recognize me even with a mask on?" Milo chuckled.

Standing at six foot three, he's hard to miss.

Cora gave me a scrutinizing look. "And who might this be?"

Milo dismissed her with a smirk.

But Cora pressed on, "Uncle Milo, aren't you concerned something might be off about this woman? What if she's just trying to climb into your bed and swindle you?"

I was left speechless. This manipulative woman should just keep quiet if she can't say anything sensible.

Milo let out a mocking laugh, his fingers lightly touching the back of my neck. "I actually hope she's interested in getting into my bed."

Upon hearing this, everyone turned to look at me.

Who hasn't heard of the notorious heir of the Sullivan Family, known for his ruthless demeanor and lack of interest in women?

Who could possibly make him want someone to share his bed?

Cora forced an awkward smile.

"Which family's lady is Uncle Milo's companion? Do I know her?"

Milo raised an eyebrow, "You're not worthy of knowing."

Cora's expression turned sour as she glanced at Declan, "Asher, look at your uncle..."

Declan, merely a powerless playboy within the Sullivan Family, took Cora's hand and kissed it gently. "Uncle Milo's always been like this, don't take it to heart."

Watching Declan's gentle gesture stirred a twinge of jealousy in me.

So, he could be tender too.

Noticing my gaze, Milo suddenly pinched my waist and bit softly on my neck.

I let out a surprised yelp.