Thousands of Brilliant Stars: You Deserve the Best!-Chapter 53: Thoughts She Shouldn’t Have

This series of events happened just in a moment when Iris Crawford hadn’t even come to her senses. When she sat in Lachlan Wyatt’s car, she abruptly pulled away, "We haven’t even met them yet, why are you leaving in such a hurry?"

"Elias Shaw seemed very satisfied." Lachlan Wyatt’s voice was almost gritting his teeth, "Do you want me to praise you for completing the mission perfectly?"

"Thanks for the compliment." Iris smiled at Lachlan, her eyes red, "Just a small effort, nothing compared to the strategic genius of Young Master Wyatt."

This sounded harmless, but it was actually a sarcastic jab at Lachlan for sending her to seduce Peter Marshall.

Lachlan was pricked by her words, his brow furrowed. He had a very handsome face, and even when scowling, he was extremely refined. At this moment, Lachlan stared at the woman beside him, enunciating each word, "Can’t you speak properly?"

Iris burst into laughter, "You’ve already told me to accompany Peter Marshall, why should I talk nicely to you!"

He didn’t even consider her as a person!

Lachlan’s complexion turned slightly pale. Reaching out to grab Iris again, he pulled her closer, noticing her eyes still carried a hint of redness, suggesting she must have been crying hard earlier.

He seemed to have never seen her tears before.

But this time, what he saw was her crying in another man’s arms.

A strange, uncontrollable irritation flared in Lachlan’s chest. The image of Iris leaning against Hector Sutton’s chest, crying, made him very uncomfortable. Weren’t they previously at each other’s throats, so why were they suddenly holding each other and crying?

Lachlan lowered his eyes, his gaze falling on Iris’s lips.

Her lips were a bit swollen, and his eyes bore down straight at them, "What happened to your mouth?"

Iris retorted disdainfully and self-deprecatingly, "I wiped it, so what?"

Wiped? Wiped it so hard that it broke the skin? That was almost self-mutilating, what kind of provocation would make her wipe her lips so forcefully?

Suddenly, Lachlan’s heart skipped a beat. He didn’t know why he snapped at Iris, "You can be so fierce towards me, why not towards Peter Marshall?"

After asking this, Lachlan thought he was being a bit foolish.

Sure enough, he saw Iris’s eyes dazzlingly mocking as she replied, "What do you think? Didn’t you order me there? Look, I went! Didn’t I complete the task satisfactorily!"

Yes! Should he praise her!

She was so alluring, like a siren, bewitching the drunken Peter Marshall into a stupor. She even deliberately sent Gia away, creating an opportunity for other members of the firm to strike separately...

Is Iris smart? She is too smart. Even for a task she doesn’t like, she can remain rational. Lachlan had to commend her for her wisdom. Such a calm and strong woman, sending her to be taken advantage of by Peter Marshall, wasn’t it too much of a loss?

Lachlan leaned closer to Iris, his voice somewhat chilling, "I saw the footage from the computer."

Saw Peter Marshall’s repulsively smiling face and his hands wantonly groping her.

"You saw it and still asked me." Iris clicked her tongue, a distinct layer of detachment on her lovely face. She wanted to stay away from Lachlan because his aura was a bit terrifying right now...

Lachlan thought, even he hadn’t touched Iris so recklessly, yet such an ugly disgusting man got to her first!

The intense dissatisfaction made Lachlan somewhat lost control. A voice in his head was telling him that this was wrong, he shouldn’t lose control over such a trivial matter, it was just Iris, after all, why should he—

"Why on earth!"

Before he could think, the words were already out of his mouth, "Why didn’t you resist when Peter Marshall touched you?"

"Yes, he touched me and I didn’t resist, I even enjoyed it!"

Iris was enraged by Lachlan’s unreasonable words, speaking without thinking, glancing at Lachlan’s face so close in front of hers, she intentionally pressed her chest forward. The buttons were obviously disheveled, having been pulled, not yet restored. She even yanked, and the threads of the already precarious buttons straightaway snapped, a few small buttons sparsely fell into the back seat of the car.

Suddenly, the line of her blinding white chest burst into Lachlan’s view.

The man’s pupils abruptly shrank.

The atmosphere in the car even froze for a long time, as if, in that instant, the image of Iris tearing open her chest with a coquettish smile was paused.

Lachlan was shocked, how could this woman dare—?

How could she dare do such an outrageous thing!

Yet Iris was unaware, still speaking towards Lachlan, "Don’t all you men like me this way? Huh? How are you different from Peter Marshall? I’m telling you, Lachlan, the disgust in your eyes right now is exactly the same as Peter Marshall’s!"

Lachlan felt like his brain was hit by a bomb, causing his ears to buzz.

Coming back to his senses, the man laughed in anger, "Iris, you actually dare to seduce me?" 𝐟𝐫𝕖𝗲𝘄𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝕧𝐞𝚕.𝕔𝕠𝐦

Iris’s complexion turned white, yet before she could react, she felt a dark shadow fervently pressing forward.

The warmth of his lips shocked her, causing her entire body to tremble!

Feeling Iris’s shudder, Lachlan pressed her shoulders, then placed one hand on the back of her head, with his slender, strong fingers threading through her disheveled hair, holding her head firmly in front of him.

Iris wanted to run, wanted to turn her face away, but she couldn’t resist Lachlan’s savagery at all. He seemed to be venting his emotions by biting her lips, even his tongue felt as hot as a flame.

Even a single touch from him would burn.

Iris almost couldn’t breathe. Lachlan’s kiss was as fierce as he was, full of hostility, as if leaving no room to breathe, pressed by such a domineering aura, almost suffocating.

Iris’s shoulders sagged, letting her teeth knock against Lachlan’s.

Lachlan Wyatt didn’t know how long he had been kissing Iris Crawford; it wasn’t until he let her go that both of them were breathlessly gasping for air.

The moment she lifted her head, Iris saw herself in Lachlan’s eyes, looking utterly disheveled.

The sensation still lingered on her lips. Iris clenched the car seat cushion beneath her tightly, raised her hand, and attempted to wipe her mouth, a gesture that provoked Lachlan as he held her hand down, "Am I the same as Peter Marshall?"

His voice was cold, like a murderous blade.

Iris thought back and realized that she had never kissed Lachlan when she was clear-headed.

Yet now, in Lachlan’s eyes, she discovered herself like a small prey, completely unable to escape once targeted by the predator.

Lachlan lifted her chin, and Iris gritted her teeth. Her bright red lips still glistened, marked with traces of his biting.

He wanted to overshadow Peter Marshall’s taste, without knowing why, just wanting to leave his own mark on Iris.

Iris turned her face away, "Have you had enough?"

Lachlan’s body stiffened; perhaps this was their most out-of-control emotional moment. Although it wasn’t the first time their emotions had almost gotten out of hand, at this moment...

Lachlan felt like a randy dog in heat. Quite literally, a dog.

Facing Iris’s breathtaking allure, he could no longer maintain the semblance of a human being.

Primal, wild, and intense were the dirty emotions about himself that Iris could effortlessly stir up.

When Lachlan smiled, it felt like the whole world was about to fall for him; merely raising an eyebrow could cause heaven and earth to shatter. Iris had always known how much he relied on his looks to seduce, but at this moment she realized she was also on his list of prey.

The usual tricks were not just playful antics but hidden, burgeoning, genuine plunder.

The two of them stared silently at each other in the confined space, with Lachlan’s gaze locked on Iris’s crimson lips for a long time before slowly shifting his sight away.

Soft, so soft.

How did he not know that Iris’s lips could be this soft? Had he known earlier, it wouldn’t have been—

Damn it, kissed by Peter Marshall.

The fact that Peter dared to touch his property, damn it!

The more he thought about it, the angrier he became. Lachlan wanted to hold Iris’s chin and kiss her again, but when he saw the look in Iris’s eyes, his expression darkened once more.

Iris seemed rather aggrieved.

Lachlan’s eyelashes flickered, with an expression that was hard to read.

He had never had to comfort a woman. The women around him never dared to get angry with him, only Iris, vibrant as if everyone else was dead and she was the only one truly alive.

She could cry, laugh, fight, and fuss.

She calculated him with sly eyes, with a tongue as sharp as a lotus and ambiguous, contending with him like adversaries.

And now—

The disgust in Iris’s eyes was so clear, Lachlan felt dissatisfied, yet he also felt this was how Iris should react.

She was so unruly and beautiful, as untamable as a wild horse.

Reaching out to touch Iris’s hair, she slapped his hand away fiercely. Lachlan chuckled, breathless, saying, "Can you stop giving me that look?"

Iris felt a chill in her heart. Perhaps Lachlan had never seriously considered her feelings, hence him uttering such words.

With a disappointed expression, she faced Lachlan, "I’m not your toy, Lachlan."

"But apart from wanting me to treat you like a toy, what else do you expect me to treat you as?"

Lachlan’s casual remark made Iris feel like she was crushed.

She forgot, this man had no heart.

He could love someone whimsically and abandon them just as easily, love and indifference depending solely on his whims.

He had helped her many times; perhaps she was beneficial to him, or maybe it was just convenient for him.

And she had remembered his kindness for so long, forgetting that Lachlan was never a good person.

He was terribly wicked, only in the past he hadn’t used it on her. Now, having seen it firsthand, she finally understood what it meant to be gutted.

Iris’s eyes widened slightly, finding Lachlan’s words too heartless. He kissed her so fiercely, yet now he spoke so nonchalantly—Lachlan, what are we to each other after all?

She wanted to voice this question but held back.

Clenching her fingers, Iris told herself internally that there was no need to ask.

Some things are better left unspoken, perhaps one could... live a little longer.

So she turned her head towards the window, her emotions plummeting from a peak to an abyss, her entire aura extinguishing. Watching her turn away in desolation, Lachlan squinted his eyes instinctively.

Was this woman... harboring feelings she shouldn’t have for him? Just like those other boring women?