Chapter 897

Nothing had actually happened between Dorian and Leonie. He felt a twinge of guilt, but not much. His handsome face was practically smashed against the table, but Felicia gave him just enough room to speak.

"Felicia, I didn't do anything. I just ran into some friends I get along with and let them crash here for the night. If you don't believe me, you can check the security cameras."

Hearing this, Felicia's anger subsided significantly. She didn't want to push things to the absolute limit by pulling security footage just yet. After all, this boy toy had kept her incredibly satisfied over the past few years, providing excellent emotional support.

In the kitchen sink, a pile of freshly washed plates sat with dried water stains.

Whenever Dorian knew she was coming over, he would meticulously prepare a massive feast. His cooking skills had developed entirely over the past few years, tailored strictly to her tastes.

Some dishes he had even learned specifically for her. Overall, Felicia was very satisfied with Dorian. If she ruined things with him now, it would be almost impossible to find another kept man who catered to her so perfectly on such short notice.

"Expecting me to completely trust you is impossible, but I'll choose to believe you for now. Dorian, let me warn you: you better remember where you came from. Don't play games with me. If I find out you're messing around behind my back, I will end you."

After delivering her threat, Felicia signaled to her bodyguards. They took the hint and filed out the front door, leaving only Felicia and Dorian in the living room. Dorian slowly pushed himself up, standing tall as he looked at her.

His aloof, striking face showed not a hint of subservience; instead, he looked like an untouchable, wealthy heir.

That aura was exactly what had drawn Felicia to him in the first place. For a boy from the country to carry such innate arrogance was something she admired, yet simultaneously wanted to strip away.

"Come here. Sit next to me and let me take care of you."

Dorian obediently walked over. Felicia immediately shifted into a delicate, affectionate persona, leaning against his chest.

"Do you know how panicked I was when I couldn't reach you for two days?"

Dorian remained perfectly still, allowing her perfectly manicured fingers to trace lazy circles on his chest. In all fairness, Felicia was a beautiful woman, just a bit older.

She maintained her appearance immaculately, and her figure was stunning with every curve in place. She was nothing like the grotesque stereotypes of older wealthy women portrayed on TV. She wore flawless makeup and still carried immense charm.

Anyone in the nightlife scene who knew Felicia's name also knew how generous she was. Countless handsome young male escorts practically begged to become Ker

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fréquenting those clubs, she had never set her sights on anyone else but Dorian.

Back then, Dorian had become the envy of everyone. It was safe to say that if Felicia hadn't been backing him all these years, he likely would have been torn apart by jealous rivals several times over.

"If you want, we can go to the bedroom. Out here in the living room is a bit exposed."

This luxurious two-story apartment had been a gift from Felicia. The

glass. When Dorian was home.

walls were made of flo

alone he loved to pull the curtains back completely and watch the leaves fall in the courtyard. The atmosphere was incredibly beautiful.

The reason he served Felicia with such unwavering loyalty was entirely because of this-she gave him a life he otherwise never could have dreamed of At his age, with no

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carve out his own empire from nothing was practically impossible.

In this world of glitz and superficiality, unspoken rules governed everything. Those who played along struck it rich overnight; those who tried to rely strictly on hard work were merely dreaming.

His blunt proposition completely killed Felicia's mood.

"Did you think I came looking for you just for that? You really think I'm that shallow?"

Having been with Felicia for so long, Dorian was suddenly lost. Felicia was someone who prioritized immediate benefits and was incredibly direct in her actions. Whatever her goal was, she pursued it—she never beat around the bush.

And she was fifty years old. Based on everything Dorian knew about her, she didn't do things without a reason.

So, he asked cautiously, "What exactly do you want to do?"

Felicia remained nestled against his chest, adopting a sweet, girlish tone. "I want

you to take me shopping. I haven't been on a real shopping date in years. I want to experience what it feels like to be young and in love again."