Addicted To The Genius Lady With A Thousand Faces

Chapter 805:

Burnet straightened his attire, a satisfied smile spreading across his face.

As Silver Fox opened the door, Burnet’s smile broadened, and he stepped forward to enter. However, she swiftly raised her leg and blocked the doorway with a firm stance. “What do you think you’re doing?” she demanded.

Burnet, taken aback by her resistance, paused, bewildered. Since Silver Fox didn’t refuse the money, he thought she would allow him to enter the master bedroom. “I’m going into the room, take a shower, and go to bed,” he said.

Silver Fox eyed him with a mix of contempt and disbelief. “Mr. Hoffman, are you delusional or just feigning ignorance?” she rebuked sharply. “You agreed you wouldn’t force anything until I was ready. Remember?”

Confusion clouded Burnet’s expression. “But you didn’t refuse my money and opened the door. Wasn’t that a signal?”

Silver Fox chuckled, almost amused by the misunderstanding. “Just because I accepted your money and opened the door doesn’t nullify our agreement.”

Burnet was at a loss for words, realizing his mistake. To Silver Fox, the substantial sum had merely bought him entry, nothing more. But if he just wanted her to open the door, did he need to spend so much money? Did she think of him as someone lacking in sense? But it was his fault. He should have made things clear before transferring the money.

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Deciding it wasn’t worth the argument and reminding himself that they were now married, which made his wealth hers as well, Burnet conceded silently. The money was no loss to him if it stayed within the family.

“Ahem!” Burnet cleared his throat. “So, how much exactly is required for you to let me through this door?”

He expected Silver Fox to name her price, knowing she was a money-grubber, but her response only deepened his bewilderment. “Why are you so eager to enter this room?” she questioned.

The corner of Burnet’s mouth twitched in frustration. Wasn’t the reason obvious? They were adults, after all. He thought about their marriage and the intimate aspects that it implied. Yet, maintaining his composure, he explained patiently, “I simply want to take a shower and go to bed.”

“Do you insist on using this room for your shower and sleep?” Silver Fox stood her ground more staunchly. “Burnet, are you trying to claim the master bedroom for yourself? That’s not happening. I need to stay in the master bedroom.”

A realization dawned on Burnet. He offered a smile, attempting to ease the tension. “Perhaps you’re not comfortable sharing a bed yet? That’s fine. I can sleep in another room after that to give you time to adjust.”

No sooner had he proposed this compromise than he tried to step past her into the room.

“Hey, hey!” Silver Fox blocked him again, pushing him back with growing irritation. “What do you mean by ‘after that’? What are you implying?”

It finally hit Burnet that Silver Fox had genuinely not considered having sex with him. He had misread her completely.

Rubbing his forehead in embarrassment, he replied, “Didn’t you just mention I could do whatever I wanted? Or have you reconsidered?”

Silver Fox blinked, processing the implications of Burnet’s intentions for the room. Realization dawned, and her anger flared. Clenching her teeth, she hissed, “You are despicable.”

Burnet, feeling cornered, spread his hands in a helpless gesture. “You said something misleading. How is that my fault?”noveldrama

Silver Fox didn’t want to talk to him anymore. With a fierce glare, she moved to slam the door shut.

“Wait a minute,” Burnet pleaded, catching the door with one hand. “Can we just talk about this? How much would it take for you to let me stay in the room tonight? Just name your price, and it’s yours.”

Silver Fox’s response was curt and dismissive. “Get out.”

With that, she delivered a forceful kick that sent him staggering back, and the door slammed shut in his face.

Standing in the hallway, Burnet sighed, rubbed the spot where she had kicked him, and resigned himself to another room. He was perplexed by her behavior—sometimes it seemed she would do anything for money, yet at other moments, her pride made her utterly untouchable, no matter the offer.

The next morning dawned with Marissa rising early. The first thing she did was check on Lawrence and Lindsay to assess their conditions herself.

After a night’s sleep, Lindsay appeared fine as she hadn’t been injured yesterday.

Lawrence, however, still showed signs of discomfort. His wounds were healing but slowly.

After Marissa had carefully changed Lawrence’s dressings, her phone buzzed. It was a message from Q

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