Chapitre 81: Love Therapy, Sheep in Fox’s Clothing

Emma adjusted the rearview mirror with one hand as her Cadillac Escalade glided smoothly down the bustling streets of Metro City. The chrome of her SUV reflected the vibrant cityscape—neon billboards, towering skyscrapers, and the lively waves of people going back and forth.

『Tch…』

Her fingers tapped idly against the steering wheel as her thoughts wandered back to Scott.

She huffed as her chest climbed in frustration.

"God, this sucks…"

She muttered in the spacious interior.

Her head fell back against the headrest, and she groaned as she dragged her hands down her face dramatically.

"Why does he have to be so… perfect? Muscles carved out of stone, abs that make Greek statues look bad, and that… wood—ugh, don't even get me started on that."

She bit her lip as a flush crept up her cheeks.

『I swear… I felt every vein of that monster in his pants…』