Dirk Carter sighed helplessly.

He took out a thousand yuan from his wallet and slapped it into Arlo Yarbrough's palm, looking at Arlo who was secretly pleased, and said, "Take your money and get out of here!"

"As you wish!"

As if afraid Dirk would change his mind, Arlo stuffed the money into his pocket and fled like the wind.

"Your friend?"

Helen Fletcher asked.

Dirk Carter scratched his head, a bit embarrassed, and said, "Sorry you had to see that, Miss Fletcher."

"You can call me Secretary Fletcher usually, but when it's just the two of us, I prefer you call me Sister Helen."

At this moment, Helen seemed entirely different from how she was in the daytime.

Her face was full of smiles, very approachable.

The speed at which she changed faces was really impressive.

"So... Sister Helen, want to grab a bite?"

"I'm actually hungry. Do you have any wine?"

"I have wine, but your wound..."

Dirk hesitated for a moment and asked.

Helen directly lifted her shirt, revealing her belly. The small scar on her smooth abdomen had already healed.

She smiled slightly and said, "It's okay, I'll just drink a little. Anyway, I'm not a heavy drinker."

Her response was exactly the same as that fateful night when they had dumplings.

Dirk's tense mood eased considerably, and he laughed, "I'm not fond of drinking, but I'll have a bit with you today."

This response was also exactly the same as before.

Both of them froze for a second, then burst into laughter.

"It still feels like something's missing."

Sipping her wine, Helen said.

Dirk was taken aback and said, "Sister Helen, isn't it a bit late to start making dumplings now?"

Helen waved her hand and said, "Not dumplings, but... but that pajama set, do you still have it?"

"Of course, I do," Dirk replied.

Helen stood up.

She started undressing, saying, "I feel more comfortable wearing that pajama set."

As she began undressing, Dirk didn't have time to object and quickly went back to his room to fetch the pajamas.

He thought she would find a hidden corner to change.

Unexpectedly, she didn't.

She stripped right in front of Dirk.

When she was about to take off her bra, Dirk turned his head away in fright.

Helen chuckled and said, "What are you pretending for? You've already seen what should and shouldn't be seen, isn't it a bit too late to turn away now?"

"Heh heh."

Dirk could only give a foolish laugh.

He turned his head back again.

Although a voice in his heart was telling him not to look, Helen's body was too captivating, and Dirk couldn't help sneaking a few more glances.

"I heard your friend say you have a new beauty every day?"

Helen, now dressed in pajamas, sat down and asked.

Dirk was speechless and said, "No way, don't listen to his nonsense. His brain isn't quite right."

"Hahaha, I'm just joking. Come on, let's eat."

Helen proactively picked up her chopsticks.

It was like being back on New Year's Eve, except now there were several dishes on the table, and another difference was that the once vulnerable Helen was now the top official of Kenton County.

Their statuses were different, the circumstances were different, and naturally, the subtle relationship between them had also changed.

Now, chatting didn't seem as carefree as that day.

After a few drinks.

Helen was already starting to feel tipsy.

A flush appeared on her face.

With a hazy look in her eyes, she suddenly asked, "Dirk, do you think I'm beautiful?"

"Beautiful."

Dirk paused for a moment before answering.

She asked again, "Do you think I have a good figure?"

"Sister Helen, you have an amazing figure, couldn't be better."

"Are you saying that I'm old?"

"I don't know how old you actually are, Sister Helen, but in my view, you're probably around my age, just in your twenties, not yet thirty."

Dirk replied honestly.

Helen nodded and asked, "So on New Year's Eve, I practically offered myself to you, why didn't you sleep with me?"

"I..."

This question left Dirk not knowing how to answer.

Seeing her still staring intently at him.

Dirk took a deep breath, saying, "Sister Helen, you're very tempting, no man could resist in that situation, and neither could I. But... but I was afraid I'd be taking advantage of you that night..."

"You don't like to take advantage?"

"No, I don't."

"Why not?"

"Sometimes, to achieve a goal, I might use some rough methods, but most of the time, I prefer mutual consent. I believe only in that scenario can two people truly find happiness."

Dirk explained.

Helen laughed upon hearing this.

She propped her chin with her hand, looking at Dirk and asked, "So, you're saying, it's not taking advantage now, so you can sleep with me?"

Oh man.

Dirk was at a loss.

How was he supposed to respond to a question like that from the County Committee's secretary?

Always quick-witted, he suddenly couldn't find the right words.

In his daze.

Helen softly said, "Kiss me."

"Ah?"

Dirk was stunned for a moment.

Helen's gaze grew tender, especially matched with her mixed-race features, Dirk couldn't help but feel a flutter in his heart.

"I want you to kiss me."

As she spoke again, she leaned over towards Dirk.

The softness of jade in his embrace.

Her red lips slightly parted.

Dirk steeling his mind.

Swallowed and moved in.

The moment their lips met, it was like an electric shock, causing Helen's body to shiver slightly.

At first, she seemed a bit reserved.

As the kiss continued, she gained confidence and began to entwine her tongue with his.

Dirk felt as if he was being summoned.

And began to respond in kind.

The passion continued.

Helen's throat let out a low moan.

Like a mesmerizing tune, echoing in Dirk's ears.

After rounds of "mouth wrestling."

Dirk's hand slipped through the edge of the pajama, roving along Helen's abdomen, expecting her to resist, yet she didn't. She grabbed his hand, firmly placing it atop her heaving bosom.

Even though Dirk had touched this supple flesh before.

Now the situation was different, spurred by desire, the sensation was clearer and more real in his hand.

After fiercely kneading her bosom.

Next was the final mysterious place.

Dirk's hand began inching down along her smooth, white body, mere inches away, his fingers were about to reach the lush forest, when suddenly, Helen's phone on the table rang.

Helen didn't initially want to answer it.

But a glance.

The number displayed on the phone made her hesitate.

She immediately let go of his lip.

Picked up the phone, giving Dirk an apologetic look.

She walked to the living room, softly saying, "Hello."

Whatever was said on the phone, Dirk couldn't hear, but it was evident that Helen was nervous, she was softly explaining that she was in a meeting.

The voice on the other end said something unknown.

Helen hesitantly said, "Alright... alright, I'll go to the bathroom now."

With that said.

She hung up the phone.

"What happened?"

Dirk saw Helen's troubled expression and asked with concern.

Holding her phone, Helen spun around once, then suddenly lifted her head and walked into the bathroom.

Since he didn't hear the door close.

Dirk followed her.

Helen saw Dirk standing at the entrance, exhaled a deep breath, and quickly took off her pajamas.

What was she doing?

While Dirk was still wondering, Helen put the toilet lid down, sat on it, and aimed her phone toward herself, seemingly taking selfies.

Then, an astonishing scene unfolded.

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