Chapter 522


    Chapter 522


    To be honest, Karen hadn’t exactly had a slew of ex–boyfriends. In fact, most of her so–called


    “experience” had been garnered from steamy scenes on herptop, rather than the real deal.


    But tonight, she thought she might literally die of exhaustion in bed.


    Finally, after what seemed like an eternity of tossing and turning, she grabbed her phone with her


    sweaty hands. It was already 3 A.M. If she didn’t get some shut–eye soon, tomorrow might as well be


    canceled.


    She threw a nce at Jeffrey, who stood by the full–length window and puffed on a cigarette with


    nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist. It seemed that the word ‘tired‘ wasn’t in his vocabry.


    Feeling her gaze, he turned back. He raised one side of his eyebrows before extinguishing his cigarette


    and sauntering over to her.


    “Still got some energy left?” he teased.


    “Get lost,” Karen grumbled, attempting to swing her legs out of the bed for a much–needed shower


    before retreating to her own room for sleep.


    She wanted to sleep just like that but thest thing she wanted was for Jeffrey to think she was clinging


    to him and hoping to spend the whole night with him.


    Jeffrey, however, followed her with a widening grin, “Needpany in the shower?”


    “I can manage. Thanks,” she snapped back, locking him out of the bathroom.


    “Huh. You do have a lot of energy left,” He chuckled, scratching his nose in amusement.


    He wandered back to his phone, inexplicably drawn to capture the disheveled state of his bed with a


    camera shot he briefly considered sharing on Twitter. But then he thought better of as he recalled the


    trove of other conquests in his phone.


    When Karen emerged in a bathrobe, she found Jeffrey propped up against the bed frame, idly scrolling


    through his contacts. The phone’s glow yed across his face, defining his sharp features with a


    roguish charm.


    She wasn’t in the mood to admire his looks, though; good–looking or not, he wasn’t hers.


    “I’m taking your bathrobe and I’ll bring you another from my room tomorrow,” she announced, breaking


    his concentration.


    “You’re leaving?”


    “What else?”


    “Just stay here. The bed’s the same as in your room.” His brows furrowed slightly as he said.


    “It’s not the same,” Karen said coolly, her face losing the flush of passion from moments before.


    “What’s different?” he pressed.


    “My room doesn’t have you in it.”


    Silence hung between them.


    Karen was too tired and sleepy to argue. She bent down to grab her clothes, intending to leave.


    Jeffrey caught her arm in a burst of impatience, “What’s the problem now? Didn’t I take good care of


    you?”


    “Noints,” she admitted truthfully; he had indeed ‘taken care‘ of her, almost to the point of


    meeting God.


    “So why the rush to leave?”


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    Jeffrey had apparently forgotten his past post–encounter routine of shooing girls away. His handsome


    face was a picture of bewilderment now.


    Karen, searching for an excuse, said, “I’m just not used to sleeping with someone else.”


    “And after sleeping with your exes, you’d leave them too?”


    “What’s it to you?” Her exes were entirely different from Jeffrey.


    Worn out after the night’s activities, Jeffrey didn’t want to argue. He ran a hand through his damp hair,


    “Fine, go back to your room. Call me when you wake up.”


    Karen didn’t respond. She pushed the door open and was about to leave but was stopped by Jeffrey


    again.


    “Wait! I just realized… I don’t have your number, and you don’t have mine.”


    “That’s right, Karen agreed as if it were the most natural thing in the world.


    So she’d already dismissed his earlier request as idle talk.


    Jeffrey grabbed his phone and handed it to her. “Enter your number. I’ll save it.”