The Heiress Spoiled by Four Brothers and One Devilish CEO-Chapter 144 I Just Like Spoiling You

Early the next morning, the crisp air carried the mouthwatering scent of porridge.

Megan twitched her petite nose. Mmm... smells amazing.

She slowly opened her sleepy eyes and saw a tall figure approaching.

Tristan was wearing a crisp white dress shirt, the sleeves casually rolled up. His dark slacks fit his long legs perfectly.

The guy looked ridiculously good—like, unfairly good-looking. The only thing throwing it off a bit was the breakfast tray in his hands, with a steaming bowl of porridge on it.

Megan lay on her side, propped up by one arm, eyebrow arched. "You know, maybe you should switch outfits."

"What kind should I wear? Just say the word, and I’ll change right away," he replied without skipping a beat.

She smirked. "Really?"

He set the tray down on the nightstand and gently ran a finger across her pale arm. "When I say something, I mean it."

That grin of hers turned a little mischievous. Sitting up, she pulled the blanket up to cover her curves and teased, "Okay then—how about a butler outfit?"

His smile froze.

He sat on the edge of the bed, hand slipping under the covers.

"Hey! Quit it! I take it back, alright? My bad, seriously!"

Tristan pinched her waist in retaliation. "You’re getting bold, huh? Want me in a butler’s uniform? Or was hubby not up to par last night? Hm?"

Just thinking about their wild night on the Ferris wheel had Megan blushing hard. Meanwhile, Tristan looked fresh and unbothered—like nothing ever happened. He had carried her out when it was all over.

She couldn’t help giggling. "You should’ve seen Cameron. Poor guy looked like he was about to collapse..."

Tristan narrowed his eyes. "You dare bring up another man right in front of me?"

Megan winced. Okay, clearly hit a jealous nerve there. Time to play sweet.

She blinked her big eyes at him. "My bad. Won’t mention him again."

Seeing how quick and sincere her apology was, he chuckled. "So, how do you plan on fixing my broken little heart?"

"I’ll wear that maid costume I bought last time. Haven’t even opened it yet."

That suggestion instantly lit something in his eyes. The memory of the lingerie set made his pulse spike.

His Adam’s apple bobbed as his gaze darkened with heat.

Megan caught that look and knew things were about to spiral fast. But she couldn’t afford a detour right now. Today was Landon Haynes’ big ribbon-cutting event. Skipping it wasn’t an option.

Tristan saw the guilty look in her eyes and smirked.

She was clearly gearing up to switch identities and show up as Landon Haynes.

But he didn’t call her out. He’d rather guard her silently from the sidelines. Whatever her reason for keeping it a secret, he’d wait until she was ready."Alright then, go be a good student today."

Hearing that, Megan finally relaxed, her tense nerves easing just a bit.

Watching as she finished the last spoonful of porridge, Tristan set the spoon in the bowl and scooped her up, carrying her into the bathroom for her morning routine.

He carefully brushed her teeth, washed her face, applied skincare, gave her a bit of light makeup, and even dabbed on a subtle pink lipstick with his signature technique.

"If you keep doing everything for me like this, I’m gonna start thinking I’m a grown-up baby."

With a playful tap to her nose, Tristan chuckled, "I just like spoiling you."

On her tiptoes, Megan gave him a quick kiss on the lips. "I love you."

Seeing the warmth in his eyes practically overflow, Megan quickly escaped to the dressing room. She had a ribbon-cutting to attend—going weak in the knees was not an option.

She chose an outfit that was pretty conservative—easier to change out of later. Grabbing her backpack, she headed out, Tristan wrapping an arm around her as they walked downstairs together.

As they came down, Zeta Prime chimed with a weird little laugh: "Zeta Prime initiating scan—"

Tristan shut it down with a sharp glance. One look was all it took for the AI to zip it.

Once the couple drove off, Zeta Prime muttered under its breath, "Why is Nova Tech hiding in her backpack? What, sneaking off to catch someone cheating?"

Mrs. Jones happened to walk by, heard the AI babbling nonsense, and promptly smacked it on the head with a feather duster. "What kind of garbage are you spewing now?"

Zeta Prime swiveled its head around, saw it was Mrs. Jones behind the assault, and laughed again, "Hey, look—it’s your secret admirer!"

Mrs. Jones snapped her head around, then realized it was mocking her. Furious, she started chasing it with the duster in hand.

As usual, Tristan didn’t leave until Megan’s car arrived at Mentan University.

Megan pulled into a parking spot, quickly hopped out, changed clothes, and climbed into the car Arthur had brought over. They took off without wasting a second.

She didn’t notice Nova Tech leap from her car and sneak onto Arthur’s vehicle right as she shut the door.

At a red light, a little boy in the car behind them pointed and said, "I’ve seen turbo-steamed duck, but never turbo-steamed dog!"

His mom squinted at him. "What are you even talking about?"

The kid pointed to the exhaust pipe. "Weird... I swear I saw a robot dog right there just now!"

Meanwhile, looking at the pen-shaped mini bullet interception device in her hand, Megan’s thoughts grew heavy.

Nova Tech had told her that Tristan actually let Zeta Prime and Nova Tech shoot at his heart just to test this thing’s performance. Her chest tightened at the memory.

How could she not fall in love with a man like that?

The thought of seeing him soon—as Landon Haynes this time—gave her a strange little thrill.

Well, at least she got to see him again today.

From the rearview mirror, Arthur caught the lovestruck grin on "Landon’s" face. "In a good mood today, sir?"

Megan gave a faint hum in response. "By the way, during the ribbon-cutting, stay close to me. Just in case someone pulls something."

Arthur looked wounded. "So I’m the designated human shield now, huh? Got it loud and clear."

"Bull," Megan scoffed, holding up the device. "This little guy can stop ten bullets at once within a half-meter radius. You stick close, there’s way less risk of you turning into Swiss cheese."

Arthur chuckled. "Alright, alright. Looks like I judged you too soon—my bad."

Megan waved him off casually. "You’ve always been like that. I’m used to it."

"Did you have to say it like that?" Arthur sighed.