Chapter 111: The Slutty Fiancee II
In the most expensive VIP suite of one of the most prestigious hotels in the city, Fiona’s laughter rang out seductively, intertwining with that of a male who smiled like he had just gotten everything he wanted.
"I still can’t believe he sent a guard to spy on me," Fiona said, shaking her head in disbelief.
Morgan shrugged, a smirk playing on his lips. "Maybe his love is waxing cold, eh? It took him a long time to figure it out. Honestly, I thought he would have discovered our relationship by now. He is so stupid."
Silence greeted Morgan’s words, heavy with the weight of their implications. When he turned to gauge Fiona’s reaction, he was met with a fierce glare.
"Oh, come on, Morgana... you know what I mean..." He said gently, trailing his fingers around her bare belly, stylishly moving closer.
Fiona moaned softly when his fingers brushed against her right breast, but then she abruptly pushed his hand away.
"Don’t try to make me forget," She said, her voice firm but her heart fluttering. "I don’t appreciate you calling Ewan stupid. He is just in love with me. Who wouldn’t be?"
Morgan scoffed, unimpressed. "Well, it seems like the charm is wearing off. If not, why would he send a guard after you? It sounds more paranoid than protective."
"To look after me? He doesn’t appreciate me going out late at night. That’s a form of love, Morgan," she retorted, crossing her arms in indignation.