Love at First Sight? Mr. Harrison Has Been Scheming All Along-Chapter 47:

This wasn’t the first time Sean Harrison had helped a woman with something like this.

But the other times had been in a dressing room. Today, the woman was here, her eyes hazy with drink.

Her cheeks were deeply flushed from the lingering effects of the alcohol.

Her normally clear, pretty face was already attractive enough to him, but her current state of light intoxication stirred an unfamiliar feeling within him.

He sat on the edge of the bed. With his gaze slightly lowered, he could see the slender curve of her waist.

Her slender legs were bent, one knee brushing against the fabric of his trousers.

After a moment of silence in the guest bedroom, Sean Harrison stood up.

Then, he knelt on one knee on the bed.

His articulate fingers gently took hold of the teardrop-shaped pull on the back of her qipao’s zipper.

He slowly drew it downward.

Halfway down, Sean Harrison paused.

’This time...’

’He’d already pulled it lower than before.’

Her skin was fair, revealing the delicate dip of her slender spine as it curved downward.

There was no trace of any undergarments.

He guessed there were things like seamless or adhesive bras, but he had never seen one.

Rory Linden, dizzy from the alcohol, simply waited obediently for the man to help her.

He’d clearly pulled it down far enough for her to get the dress off.

But Sean Harrison was reluctant to let go.

His fingers still clutched the small zipper pull, his intense gaze fixed on her beautiful back.

Her slender neck connected to her spine, and this time, her beautiful shoulder blades were completely uncovered, protruding even more sharply because she was lying on her stomach.

He couldn’t tear his eyes from the sight.

He wanted to leave his own mark upon her.

Not just there, but on her slender neck, the hollow of her throat, the small of her back...

The room fell silent for a full two minutes.

Rory Linden finally seemed to snap out of it, turning her head slightly to ask the man behind her, "Mr. Harrison, are you done?"

Sean Harrison’s fingers tightened for a moment before he finally let go. "Mm."

Rory Linden then rolled over, shielding her exposed back from view. She smiled. "Thank you, Mr. Harrison."

Whether it was because of her makeup or the alcohol,

the woman’s lips seemed redder than usual.

Sean Harrison’s gaze lingered on her glistening lips before he spoke. "I’d like to collect a small token of gratitude."

"Hm?"

Dazed with drink, Rory Linden tilted her head slightly.

Sean Harrison said nothing more. He simply cupped her small, flushed face in his right hand, brushing aside a stray strand of hair with his thumb as he slowly leaned down.

As the distance between them closed, the faint scent of her perfume filled the air...

He leaned closer, the distance between them shrinking until the warmth of their breath mingled.

’Just a little closer. A little closer.’

’And he would be able to kiss her...’

For several seconds, time seemed to stand still in the confined space.

In the end, Sean Harrison pushed himself up slightly. The restrained kiss landed only on her brow.

It was as light as a dragonfly skimming the water’s surface.

A mere taste before pulling away.

Rory Linden felt the kiss and blinked. Her beautiful, clear eyes stared at the man before her, a mischievous smile playing on her lips.

She wrapped her arms around his neck and said with a grin, "You’re a coward, Mr. Harrison."

The words had barely left her mouth when she took the initiative and pressed her lips to his.

But just like their first kiss, it was only a simple press of lips.

That small gesture was like a spark landing on a dry autumn prairie—a single point of light that spread silently and unstoppably on the wind.

Sean Harrison said nothing more. His large hand closed around hers, their fingers interlacing tightly.

His other hand gently cupped her small chin.

But in the end... he restrained himself.

He looked at the woman, her eyes clouded with intoxication.

’She’d be willing right now,’ he guessed.

’If he just kept going, he could use the pretext of ’taking responsibility’ to rightfully bind her to his side.’

’Even if she was unwilling, he could use what happened tonight to trap her.’

’But...’

’He couldn’t do that.’

He knew enough about Rory Linden’s past twenty-some years to understand that her options in life had always been pitifully few.

If she’d had a choice, she almost certainly wouldn’t have been with Miles Harrison, nor would she have gotten entangled with the Harrington Family.

’With him, he should at least give her a choice...’

The night was as quiet as a dream.

Sean Harrison watched the woman in his arms, the pad of his thumb stroking her lips again and again.

Only after forcefully suppressing all his greed and desire did he speak, his voice hoarse. "Next time you kiss me, do it when you’re sober."

With that, he rolled off the bed and headed straight for the master bathroom.

He let the cold water run over his head for a full ten minutes before the burning heat inside him finally subsided.

When he returned to the guest bedroom in a bathrobe, Rory Linden was in the same position as before, lying on her stomach. She seemed to have fallen asleep.

The central air in his apartment ran 24/7, keeping the temperature at a constant 79 degrees.

It was cool enough that one needed a summer blanket to sleep comfortably.

Sean Harrison moved the woman to the other side of the bed. Just as he laid her head on the pillow, a drop of water trickled down from his short, damp hair.

It landed squarely on her right eyelid.

Rory Linden’s brow furrowed slightly. As she groggily opened her eyes...

The man before her was wearing an ink-black silk bathrobe, the belt tied low around his waist. The deep V-neck had fallen open from his movements, putting his perfectly sculpted muscles on full display.

Rory Linden’s gaze swept over him before finally landing on his face. She spoke in a voice thick with sleep, "Mr. Harrison?"