Chapter 577
Chapter 577 "I''m Sorry, I Still Crossed the Line
Upon hearing Keith''s suggestive words, Nancy''s face turned red, extending from her cheeks to her
neck.
’You...you pervert!" She pped him hard on his well-defined face, pushing his heavy body away. "I
must be blind to think you''re not bad, fuck, fuck, fuck, get lost!"
Keith, seeing that the woman was genuinely angry, stopped smiling and exined, '' Okay, I won’t tease
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you anymore. When I said ''happy,'' it wasn’t the kind of ''happy'' you were thinking of. You misunderstood
me."
''What kind of ''happy'' are you talking about?"
’I found out that you really like eating crayfish, so I specially bought ten kilograms of crayfish for you to
enjoy. It also symbolizes prosperity and getting rid of bad luck. Isn''t that enough to make you ''happy''?"
’Crayfish?!’ Nancy''s eyes immediately lit up.
It must be said that crayfish was her favorite food, ranking number one on her list. Every year during
crayfish season, she couldn''t help but indulge herself.
During the past few days in the detention center, the thing she missed the most was exactly that.
If that was the case, Keith really understood her and hit the bullseye!
’Yes, you like eating crayfish, and I happen to be an expert at making them. Isn''t it a perfect match?"
Keith propped up his chin, smiling slyly.
''You can also make crayfish?’
‘Spicy, garlic, thirteen spices-l''m skilled in every style."
’Perfect!"
Unable to resist any longer, Nancy swallowed her saliva and couldn''t wait any longer, "Then what are
we waiting for? Let''s ''be happy'' right away!"
‘All right, let''s be happy!'' Keithughed victoriously and opened the car door.
In his mind, he couldn''t believe that this foodie could be won over with a pot of crayfish. How could he
let her go so easily?
The two of them took the elevator from the underground parking lot and arrived at Keith''s spacious
penthouse in the city center.
The man''s home was beautiful and cozy, decorated in the popr rustic style. Fluffy plush toys could
be seen everywhere, instantly creating a rxing atmosphere.
''You rest first, take a shower, y some games or whatever you like. I''ll cook the crayfish for you,"
Keith said while tying an apron,pletely transforming from a yboy to a domesticated man.
Nancy suddenly felt a bit awkward as she stared at him, her mouth watering unconsciously. "Okay."
There was no denying that when a man wore an apron, he exuded pure desire and was incredibly
tempting.
At this moment, her appetite for him far surpassed her appetite for crayfish.
While Keith went to the kitchen to prepare the crayfish, Nancy couldn''t contain her curiosity and
cautiously began exploring his home.
Tsk tsk, his nearly 300-square-meter penthouse was truly luxurious. With five bedrooms, eachrge
enough to run in, Keith''s room was rtively simple and clean, without anything particrly notable.
The other bedrooms were also tidy and cozy, like showrooms,cking personal touches.
Only thest room, which was closed, had an intangible air of peculiarity.
Nancy reached out and grabbed the doorknob, hesitating whether to push the door open and take a
look.
Should she go in? It seemed a bit impolite.
Should she not go in? But she couldn''t resist the curiosity deep inside her.
In the end, she gritted her teeth and turned the lock, opening the door.
There was no way around it. When you like someone, you cant resist wanting to know more and more
about them, just like unwrapping a surprise egg, always hoping to discover an unseen side...
As soon as the door opened and she saw the scene inside the room, her expectant and excited
expression froze on her face.
In the spacious 30-square-meter room,rge posters adorned the smooth walls, all featuring the rising
star, Alice.
It wasn''t just posters; the disy tables were filled with Alice-rted merchandise, such as magazines
with her on the cover, figurines, and photo albums.
The room, which belonged entirely to Alice, was like a shrine dedicated to an ardent fan''s deepest
devotion!
Nancy’s heart tightened, and without even entering, she quickly retreated and closed the door tightly.
Sure enough, he adored her!
Alice was his biggest obsession, the only one who truly touched his heart amidst a myriad of
encounters.
The sound of sizzling came from the kitchen as the crayfish was quickly cooked.
''Come, let''s eat!" Keith brought out tworge bowls of crayfish, five kilograms of spicy and five
kilograms of garlic vor, apanied by tworge cans of beer.
Nancy took a deep breath, suppressing her disappointment, and greeted him with a smile on her face.
"Wow, this smells amazing. Honestly, are you a chef first and an entertainment tycoon second?”
Looking at the table full of bright red, oily, and steaming crayfish, her eyes sparkled.
''You tter me. I''m just an amateur.’ Keith modestly smiled and handed her a pair of gloves. Then he
seemed to remember something and hurriedly said, "Oops, are you allergic to shrimp? Can you eat
them?”
’I''m only allergic to some, but crayfish isn''t seafood; it''s freshwater crustaceans, so there''s no problem.’
Nancy put on the gloves, picked up a crayfish, dipped it in hot oil, and began to relish it. "Mmm, it''s so
delicious. This is it!"
These crayfish were no less tasty than those from the roadside stalls, so delicious that it made her
stamp her feet.
"Take your time, eat as much as you want." Keith watched her and indulged in a doting smile.
Silently, he peeled the crayfish for her, one after another, skewering them with bamboo sticks and
handing them to her.
Nancy looked at the crayfish handed to her by Keith, her eyes reddening, perhaps from the spiciness or
something else, "Why are you so good to me? What''s the point?"
Keith paused for a moment, finishing his beer in one gulp, and said coldly, ''Didn''t anyone tell you that
when you visit someone''s home, it''s basic courtesy not to go into their rooms without permission?"
Nancy''s heart stung slightly. She took off her gloves, stood up, and said, "I''m sorry, I crossed the line
again. I''m used to cutting my losses, so let''s stop here!"
She nced at the table full of crayfish, suppressing the impulse to ask if she could take them to go.
No one knew the effort she had put in to restrain her from "crossing the line."
Seeing Nancy about to leave, Keith took off his gloves, reached out, and grabbed her wrist. "If, I say if, I
hope you can help me empty the ''room''?’