Chapter 1167

Seth tilted his head back slightly, his Adam’s apple bobbing violently as if swallowing down some unspeakable thirst.

His breathing was chaotic.

Plumes of white fog escaped his lips in rapid bursts into the frigid air, blurring the sharp, tense lines of his jaw.

Noreen was stunned by his sudden withdrawal. The corners of her eyes were flushed, and her lips felt bruised and numb.

She wanted to ask if he was okay.

“Don’t speak.” His voice was terrifyingly hoarse. He squeezed his eyes shut, and when he opened them again, his gaze was dark and fathomless. “…Just give me a second.”

He lifted his hand, brushing the back of his knuckles against her burning cheek. The gesture was achingly gentle, though his touch still radiated a feverish heat.

It felt like a live wire. The moment he made contact, a shiver ran through them both.

He let out a dark chuckle. His breathing was still uneven, his raspy voice dripping with danger. “If you don’t go upstairs right now, you won’t be sleeping in your own bed tonight.”

Ultimately, his tone shifted to pure resignation. “I finally managed to earn a shred of goodwill with my future mother-in-law. Do not sabotage me.”

Noreen was speechless.

No wonder he had been an absolute saint lately. He was terrified of leaving a bad impression on Rosalind.

“Also, tell her to stop making those virility-boosting soups. If I keep drinking them, I’m going to violate your terms.”

By terms, he meant the boundaries Noreen had set.

Until she officially gave the green light, he couldn’t take things to the next level! Noreen’s jaw nearly hit the pavement.

So… those soups her mother had been painstakingly brewing every day were aphrodisiacs?

No wonder his complexion had been so off lately.

And no wonder he had been so meticulously behaved during their goodbyes.

He was terrified he would lose control!

She had no idea how he had survived the last few days.

A sudden wave of sympathy washed over her. “I’ll tell her.”

She paused, then asked tentatively, “So… how have you been coping?”

“How do you think? Cold showers, or…”

Seth leaned in and murmured something directly into her ear.

Noreen’s face exploded in red.

Like a startled rabbit, she sprang back. “I-I’m going inside!”

She spun on her heel and practically jogged to the building entrance before stopping to

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Seth flashed her a grin and waved.

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When Noreen stepped inside her apartment, her face was still burning.

Spotting Rosalind prepping

ingredients for the next day, she

rushed over to stop her Monet

stop.

making that!”

Rosalind opened her mouth to argue that she hadn’t finished the prescription Dr. Harrison gave her.

But Noreen, face flushed crimson, blurted out, “He he doesn’t have any problems!”

With that, she sprinted into her bedroom.

Slamming the door shut, she buried her face in her hands.

That jerk Seth! How could he do that while looking at a picture of her?

It was too much!

The next morning, just as Noreen was about to leave, she received a text from Seth.

“What color are you wearing today?” he asked.

She found the question completely random but replied anyway, “Burgundy.”

The man who usually texted back instantly suddenly vanished into thin air.

Preoccupied with getting to the event, she tossed her phone aside.

Halley preferred a quiet atmosphere, so he hosted the Mentor’s Banquet at his own estate.

Only a few close associates and his disciples were invited.

The moment Noreen stepped inside, she spotted Dylan.

Whether by pure coincidence or design, the only empty seat left was right next to

him.

Halley gestured for her to sit, so she took the chair.

The staff brought out some high-end

tea leaves Halley had recently

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acquired, and Halley told Dylan to brew the tea

Among all the disciples, Dylan’s brewing skills were unparalleled.