Because of that, they seamlessly maintained their compromising position.
Serena kept one arm draped around Nicholas's neck, trailing her other hand down to his wrist before guiding his hand back to firmly encircle her waist.
As she did, her slender fingers lightly hooked around his index finger.
Just one quick, deliberate tap.
Nicholas glanced down at her.
Serena hooked his finger a second time, the smile on her crimson lips deepening.
A subtle shift occurred in Nicholas's eyes, and he tightened his grip around her slender waist without missing a beat.
One simple gesture.
Nicholas instantly understood the message: everything was proceeding exactly as planned.
He knew better than anyone that once Serena decided to make a move, failure was never an option.
The fact that her scheme was flawless came as no surprise to him.
He lowered his gaze, his long fingers idly tracing her knuckles while his other arm held her close.
"So, does Ms. Panacea need me to do anything else?"
A hint of amusement laced his low, lazy voice.
Serena leaned into his embrace, her eyes turning up to meet his.
"For now, nothing at all." A slow smirk lifted her red lips, her bright eyes curving with pure, unapologetic arrogance. "Just stay right here with me, and enjoy the show."
She lightly scratched his palm with her fingertip, dragging out the last word. "Sit tight for that surprise I promised you."
The smile playing on her lips radiated the utter confidence of a mastermind holding all the cards.
It was as though every variable in the room bowed to her will.
Whenever Serena wore that specific expression, it meant only one thing: someone was about to suffer terribly.
Nicholas watched her, the amusement in his eyes darkening profoundly. "Alright."
He turned his hand, interlacing his fingers with hers and squeezing gently.


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