Contract Marriage: Let's Make It Real, Mrs. Sterling!-Chapter 322 - 320: Dating My Little Girl

The room was brightly lit, quiet inside, while the wind was blowing fiercely outside, even the sound of the wind hitting the glass could be heard. Even though it was so cold outside, Mia Sutton felt like she was burning up, like she was inside a giant furnace.

She even stopped breathing, feeling that her entire consciousness was not very clear, her head dizzy and heavy.

Her eyes were gently closed, long eyelashes slightly trembling, head slightly tilted back, fingers tightly gripping the corner of Jensen Sterling’s clothes, her whole body seemed to be in a tense state, fingertips curling slightly, even the nails carried a layer of pink.

The sensation on her lips was particularly strong, impossible to ignore. Jensen’s lips brought a slight chill, and the moment they kissed, Mia Sutton was a bit dazed.

Although Mia knew that last time she kissed Mr. Sterling, she was drunk and had no memory of it, this time was different. She was very sober, able to clearly perceive the sensation on her lips.

It transmitted strands towards her, her heart pounding like something was knocking inside it repeatedly. This was a feeling Mia had never experienced before, very novel, but with a hint of secret delight.

Just when Mia felt she couldn’t breathe, Jensen slightly pulled away and laughed softly: "Can’t catch your breath?"

Mia: "..." Her entire neck was red now, spreading into her collar. Hearing his words, she forced herself to say: "It’s my first time, isn’t it normal not to know?"

"It’s odd how you’re so skilled." Mia lowered her eyes slightly and mumbled softly.

The man chuckled lightly, with a hint of allure in his voice: "You’ve probably heard a phrase..."

Mia raised her eyes, silently inquiring.

She didn’t realize she felt utterly broken, perhaps thoroughly bullied, eyes slightly misty, eye corners crimson, lips glistening like fine rouge.

The man’s dark eyes paused, his sexy Adam’s apple rolling up and down, his voice somewhat hoarse, then said: "It’s called intuitive learning."

Mia opened her mouth: "..."

Jensen: "Are you alright now?"

Mia: "What’s wrong?"

"Want to continue learning intuitively."

Mia’s face immediately turned bright red, and before she could speak, Jensen’s large hand rested on the back of Mia’s head, gently pulling her closer, lowering his head again.

Mia’s brain buzzed again, although just kissed, she still couldn’t face it calmly.

Clearly feeling the tingling sensation on her lips, Mia once again felt dizzy from the kiss, tightly gripping Jensen’s clothes, exactly where she gripped before.

The man’s movements suddenly paused, like restraining something, and after a few seconds, he closed his eyes fiercely, giving up.

Then the kissing became fierce, the strength of the hands at the back of her head increased significantly, Mia had never experienced such intensity.

...

When it ended, Mia leaned against Jensen’s chest, breathing heavily like a fish deprived of oxygen.

The man lowered his eyes, hoarse as he reached out to lightly wipe the corner of Mia’s mouth: "Mia..."

Mia’s face reddened even more, she decisively buried her head in Jensen’s chest, her voice muffled: "Mr. Sterling... don’t call me that just yet." Let her calm down.

For the first time, Mia felt her face wasn’t as thick-skinned as she imagined.

...

Jensen looked at the person who buried her head in his chest like an ostrich, chuckled softly, his chest vibrating slightly, without urging her.

Mia adjusted for a while, tried to make her expression look a bit composed, then raised her head, saying: "I need to rest."

She urgently needed to leave this place, otherwise she feared she’d develop heart disease.

Jensen reached out to pinch her blood-red earlobe, released her: "Okay, go ahead."

Once granted permission, Mia swiftly slipped away, as if something was chasing her.

Jensen watched the flustered figure disappear, lowered his eyes, chuckled softly, then reached out to smooth his clothes, noticing a clearly wrinkled patch where Mia had gripped. Jensen’s gaze lingered there for two seconds, eventually unable to contain the smile spilling from the corners of his eyes, tongue gently sweeping across his lips.

...

Mia wasn’t much better off, feeling like a bright red shrimp, entering the bathroom and quickly turning on the tap, splashing cold water onto her face, droplets sliding off her skin.

Then looking in the mirror, she patted her cheeks: "Mia, calm down, don’t appear so ungraceful."

She then covered her face with her hands, feeling genuinely ungraceful, otherwise she wouldn’t be so bewitched by that face.

...

After Mia asked the question back then, Jensen had chuckled softly, then said: "Yeah, I like you."

Although Mia was prepared for the outcome, she couldn’t help feeling a tremor in her heart.

Jensen: "So when you said you’d take responsibility, I took it seriously."

Mia bit her lip, spoke quietly: "I was serious."

The man merely nodded: "So promising yourself?"

Mia didn’t respond, some thoughts felt different in her mind but saying them out loud felt shy.

Jensen didn’t mind, nodded once: "Okay, I understand."

Mia murmured: "What do you understand."

Jensen reached out to ruffle her hair: "Understand that my little girl can start a relationship with me."

At that moment, Mia felt her heart tremble, said softly: "Oh."

This feeling was novel, others dated before marrying, while they got married before dating, although the marriage was fake, the relationship was real.

"Then girlfriend, can you take responsibility now?"

Mia raised her eyes, with a hint of puzzlement: "Huh?" Hadn’t she agreed to take responsibility?

"With a kiss."

Before Mia could react, someone leaned close and kissed.

When the recollection ended, Mia couldn’t help but blush again.

No way, that person was simply too good at flirting.

...

After showering, Mia returned to her room, flopped onto the bed, burying her head in the stuffed toy, rolling around.

Until the knock on the door sounded, Mia quickly bounced up from the bed, slipped on slippers, ran over to open the door, poking her head out, with sweetness in her voice: "Mr. Sterling..."

"The door was open, why knock?" Mia asked in confusion.

Jensen didn’t answer, instead handing over a cup of milk: "Drink it and sleep early."

Mia accepted, nodding obediently, then seeing the man turn to leave, after a couple of steps, stopped again: "Remember to lock the door when you sleep."

Mia froze: ".....Huh?"

"Afraid of losing self-control."

Mia: "..."