Christopher Lancelot leaned languidly against the sofa with his legs crossed. He smiled faintly as he gazed at Xyla Quest. “You shouldn’t take such a long drag since this is your first time smoking. Try inhaling a bit at a time, and slowly ‘send’ it to the lungs.”
Xyla followed his instructions and gave it another try.
It did not feel so irritating this time, but she was still coughing non-stop.
In the end, she chose to give up.
She pulled the cigarette away from her mouth, intending to put it out.
However, Christopher took the cigarette from her and placed it between his lips, puffing at it even though Xyla had touched it before. “Don’t waste it.”
“Hey, it’s dirty.”
“It’s okay, I don’t mind your saliva.”
“…”
Xyla could sense the ambiguity in his actions and words.
Xyla immediately turned to Christopher with a straight face. “You know that you’re just…”
“A friend to you.”
“I don’t mind you because you’re my friend too. What are you thinking? Hmm?”
As Christopher spoke, he flicked Xyla’s forehead with his index finger.
A slight pain spread over her skin.
Xyla subconsciously massaged her forehead.
“Do you feel better now?” Christopher quickly changed the subject.
Xyla shook her head.
“Shall we go for a walk?” Christopher asked.
“Nah, I don’t feel like it,” Xyla refused.
“Hey, don’t turn me down. I’ve helped you many times. I’m not asking too much, am I?”
“…”
Xyla did not know what to say anymore.
He then tugged Xyla’s sleeve and led her to the lobby.
The others followed closely behind them.
“Tucker, take six or seven people with us and ask the rest to go back first,” Christopher ordered frigidly without even turning around to look at him.
Tucker nodded courteously and then casually pointed at six people out of the group of men, motioning them to stay with him. The remaining henchmen followed his instruction and called it a day.
Afterward, the seven of them caught up with Xyla and Christopher and went into the elevator together.
Tucker pressed the first-floor button.
Xyla peered at Christopher hesitantly and cautiously. “You can actually leave me in my room if you have something to do.”
Though she did not know what Tucker had told Christopher just now, she felt that there was something urgent waiting for him to settle.
Christopher shrugged indifferently. “Don’t worry about it. It’s not a big deal.”
Tucker secretly rolled his eyes at his master.
It was billions of dollars worth of business!
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