*Wait! This is my first kiss!

"Should I take you to the toilet?" Vino whispered.

Vira knitted her brows and shook her head. Wouldn't it be weird if her husband escorted her to the toilet?

"No, I'll go alone," Vira replied, then glanced at Mr. Broto and Cyntia, who looked worried.

"Um..." Vira seemed to be thinking, unsure of what to call Broto. They hadn't mentioned names, and they weren't well acquainted.

Broto seemed to understand her confused expression. "Call me Daddy, just like Vino does."

Vira smiled a little. "Daddy, Mom, I have to go to the toilet and dry my clothes," she said politely, giving a small bow for permission.

Cyntia looked worried. "Should I join you to help with changing? I have some clothes in the car. I'll get them for you."

"No need, Mom," Vira replied with a smile. "I'll just dry the wet part with a hairdryer. Please enjoy your dinner." She turned to leave.

Vino watched her walk away, feeling guilty for being careless.

Broto noticed the look in his son's eyes and smiled. "Have you two known each other for long?" he asked, as he poured a drink.

Cyntia gave a radiant smile as she helped pour the drink.

"Why do you ask? Isn't that none of your business?" Vino replied, his tone irritated. "Just take care of your own problems. I'll only discuss work and office matters. Personal stuff is none of your concern."

Broto smiled instead of getting angry, which only frustrated Vino more. Vino was upset about the document showing only 20 percent of the assets, and now his father seemed to want to interfere in his business as well.

"If you want all the assets and inheritance, you need to fulfill the last condition," Broto said.

Vino's face darkened. He had no interest in the dinner anymore. "What condition?" he asked in a low voice, not trusting his father anymore.

"I'll explain the conditions after your wife returns," Broto replied, making Vino even more impatient.

"What does my wife have to do with it? Just admit you're lying to me again. You promised me, and now you're breaking it. What is this?" Vino pointed to the document on the table. "Only twenty percent? You've lowered my pride!"

Broto remained relaxed, sipping from his glass. "Well, whether you accept my offer or not is up to you. By the way, your mother's son—" Broto gestured to Cyntia, who was smiling sweetly, "has been running a business since he was 16. He's very competent and talented. He's been an entrepreneur from a young age."

Vino felt anger rising in him. He didn't want to give his stepbrother a chance. He had to be better than that brat.

Cyntia turned to the door, noticing her son hadn't arrived yet.

"I'll call him, honey. He might not know which room we're in," Cyntia whispered in her husband's ear.

Broto nodded, inviting his wife to call their proud son.

Vino silently cursed. He just wanted to go home and end this dinner. His efforts seemed pointless—marrying for inheritance was nonsense. Broto had tricked him.

He glanced at his watch, growing restless as his wife hadn't returned yet.

"It looks like I have to pick up my wife," he muttered, standing up and leaving without waiting for permission.

His parents looked dumbfounded by his attitude.

"He really is a cool kid," Broto said with a sneer, answering his wife's confused look.

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Vira was still drying her clothes, using Cyntia's handkerchief to wipe away the water.

Thud!

She bumped into someone who seemed to be in a hurry.

Vira touched her forehead where it had collided with the man's shoulder.

"Ah, I'm sorry! I wasn't paying attention to my steps," she apologized, feeling regretful.

The man, noticing her face, furrowed his brows. The face seemed familiar to him. He thought hard about where he had seen her before.

"Have we met before?" he asked with hope in his voice.

Vira looked at him, trying to place his face. His voice sounded vaguely familiar.

Vira's calm expression shifted. She remembered him. He was the annoying, self-centered man who had yelled at her and called her a stalker.

"Looks like we've never met," Vira replied with a lazy tone. She tried to walk away.

But the man grabbed her wrist.

"Sorry, but it really feels like we've met before. Am I wrong?" he asked, now a bit more insistent.

Vira glanced at his hand on her wrist, and the man awkwardly let go.

"Sorry, sir, but we've never met, and I don't know you," she said with a forced smile.

"Mm... alright then," the man said, his eyes scanning her. "But looking at your appearance, I think we're a good match."

Hearing that, Vira felt a wave of nausea. What a match! She wanted to say something harsh, but kept her composure. She forced a smile instead.

"I like your fashion sense. You also wear the same perfume as me. Looks like we have something in common," he said with a grin.

Vira chuckled inwardly at the absurdity of the situation. The man was well-dressed, wearing a suit and tie, polished shoes, neat hair, and even cosmetics.

"Thank you for the compliment, sir. Now may I go?" she asked politely, trying to suppress her annoyance.

"Um, if you don't mind, could I get your social media?" the man asked, shamelessly pulling out an expensive phone.

Vira bit her lip, trying to hold back her irritation. She would've scratched his face if she had a fork, but she had left it at the table.

The man was ready to save her social media details, thinking she looked like someone from a fashion event or a social party.

Just then, Vino appeared, spotting the man chatting with his wife.

"Figures, she's not back yet," he muttered angrily.

Vira froze as she was pushed against the wall. She squinted, realizing who had come.

"Vino?" she asked, confused.

Vino stroked her lips, his eyes sharp and intense. "Why did you take so long, dear? Everyone's been waiting for you," he whispered, his voice deep.

Vira didn't quite understand what he meant, but she noticed the man behind him was still there, and it bothered her.

"Ah, sorry honey, I took too long... because—" Vira couldn't finish her sentence before Vino quickly moved closer.

The man lowered his head, one hand against the wall, the other gripping his wife's waist.

Vino kissed Vira's lips, a quick kiss that seemed to ignite something inside him. He felt a surge of heat as the other man had been talking to her.

Vira's eyes could still see the man behind her husband, and she grew more annoyed. She kissed Vino back, closing her eyes and hoping the man would leave them alone.

The kiss deepened as their lips parted, tongues coming into play. Wait—this was her first kiss!

Vira shouted inwardly, feeling stuck in the situation. She forgot how precious her first kiss was.

Vino didn't want to give up. He pushed his wife's body against the wall, imprisoning her with his own, while enjoying the sweet taste of her lips.

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