Chapter: 983

Her hands were delicate and soft, their touch gentle against his chest, which he found surprisingly stirring.

“Are you done?"

"Just about!"

Nikolas, teeth clenched in playful frustration, warned, "If you don't hurry, I might want to do something else with you."

At that, Aimee quickly withdrew her hands and said, "Maybe you should do it yourself. I can't manage it.”

Nikolas was momentarily speechless. Why hadn't she mentioned that sooner?

Taking a deep breath, he grabbed his car keys and said, “I'm off. Call me if you need anything!"

“Okay! Bye!" Aimee waved as Nikolas walked to the door and stepped out.

But just as she settled back on the sofa, the doorbell rang.

Huh?

Did Nikolas forget something?

"Coming!"

Aimee didn't even bother putting on her shoes and dashed straight to the door.

However, she still had the presence of mind to check the doorbell camera.

The person standing outside was not Nikolas.

It was his ex-girlfriend.

Aimee suddenly found herself disliking her. This woman was nothing like the reasonable one Aimee had met at the mall, who at least understood when things were clearly explained.

Why was this one so difficult to deal with?

Aimee considered pretending she wasn't home, but unfortunately, the woman outside started shouting.

"I know you're in there! Open the door. I need to talk to you."

Aimee was taken aback.

How did this woman know that she was home? Was it possible that there were cameras installed in the villa?

Reluctantly, Aimee turned around to grab a coat and slip on her shoes before opening the door.

After all, when facing a rival in love, she couldn't afford to look sloppy and risk losing the upper hand.