Chapter 25 You Are Like A Ft ire Extingusher

"What's wrong?" he said while still looking at her lovely face as the scant rays of sunlight penetrating the window lit it. "Do you hate me so much?" Pierce asked in a joking tone to lighten up the mood. He was in a good mood, wearing a smug smile on his face. Pierce was delighted to have owned Eliz twice. What made him even happier was her virginity. Being her first was indeed a surprise.

"Ha-ha-ha. Funny, isn't it?" Eliz sneered. Of course, Pierce didn't have to ask such a stupid question with an obvious answer.

"Tell me what you want. Name it," Pierce offered seriously. He thought he should compensate her. It could have been a generous offer, but his words made him sound arrogant. The offer left her silent. She bit her lips and clenched her fists tightly. Seeing her trembling body, Pierce tried to comfort her by rubbing her shoulders, but she coldly rejected it.

Eliz closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and said, "My father..." When she opened her eyes, Eliz stared at Pierce nervously.

"Don't worry. Your father is fine now." Pierce gave her a warm smile with his sexy thin lips. The good news about her father calmed Eliz's restless heart and somehow gave her peace of mind. Eliz was speechless at the sudden comfort.

To break the silence, Pierce chuckled, "Get up. Put your clothes on, and I'll take you home."

Eliz hated following his commands like a servant. She couldn't bear his bossy attitude, so instead of following him, she buried herself under the quilt.

"You're not getting up?" The look on Pierce's face was still calm, but there was a hint of haughtiness in his tone. Eliz didn't say a word. She just wanted to get out of here as soon as possible. "Fine. If you don't want to get up, let's have another round."

When she realized what he meant, Eliz quickly moved and sat up on the bed with the quilt covering her sleek, full breasts and down to her flawlessly slim legs. Her exposed sexy shoulder was round and fair, and her hair fell on her collarbone. Eliz pulled the quilt tighter to her body, and she fiercely stared at Pierce.

Pierce wore a playful smile. He was just kidding and didn't expect that Eliz would come out so quickly. How innocent she was.

"You put on your clothes first. Mine is damaged." Her face turned red as she stared at her shirt on the blanket. It had been torn by Pierce. How could she wear it now?

Pierce opened the drawer and pulled out a dress from the bedside table. He handed it to her and said domineeringly, "Put it on."

She didn't expect that. 'How could there be a dress here?' Eliz thought with confusion. It was pink, and she liked pink.

"I'm going to change my clothes in the bathroom. You can change here. Call me when it's done, and I'll come out," Pierce said with a teasing smile as he walked away, almost naked. He was only wearing boxers with his evident morning wood.

Eliz turned around and closed her eyes tightly. When he was out of sight, Eliz put on the dress in a flash. Embarrassed with her nudity, she did her best to get dressed and ready the fastest way she could.

"You may come out," Eliz said after a glance at herself in the mirror. When she didn't hear a response, Eliz stood awkwardly outside the fitting room and knocked on the door.

Pierce came out with a handsome smile on his face. He was tall and muscle well defined in a suit, looking very handsome and unrestrained. She was awestruck but did not make it obvious. Instead, she rolled her eyes and thought to herself, 'A wolf in sheep's clothes.'

When they reached the parking lot, Pierce walked straight to a black Lamborghini sports car. Eliz caught a glimpse of the Lamborghini and muttered coldly, "Vulgar."

"You will be as vulgar as me soon," he replied without expression. He was not mad at Eliz's words at all. Instead, he was impressed by it.

Eliz turned her head and said with contempt, "Humph, it won't happen. Never." At that moment, Pierce saw a different side of Eliz–childish, innocent, and beautiful. It was as perfect as the other woman in his memory.

"Hop in the car," Pierce ordered seriously.

Eliz was uncooperative. She stood there stiffly.

"Lady, do you know the consequences of playing with fire?" Pierce snickered. His eyes were sparkling with passion and challenge.

"Well, I am kind of a fire extinguisher!" Eliz unyieldingly retorted.

"Yes, I know. I have experienced it. You are really like a fire extinguisher!" Pierce said sarcastically.

Eliz was so embarrassed. She wished the ground would open and eat her. Eliz rolled her eyes, shook her head, and smiled ruefully at Pierce. She regretted saying those words. At that moment, Eliz felt that she was completely defeated. She had no choice but to get inside the car.

"Where do you live?" Pierce asked as he quickly fastened the seat belt.

"And why should I tell you?" Eliz replied stubbornly. She was determined to keep the friction between them with her last remaining ounce of pride. She did not learn from her recent painful lesson.

"Okay. Let's go to my home," he countered with emphasis on his property. Without further ado, Pierce stepped on the gas and drove on.

"Hey, wait. Wait!" Eliz shouted with frustration, trying to stop him. Eliz pouted, thinking that Pierce was so ruthless and would never accept defeat.

"Oh? Why? You are going to tell me now?" Pierce smiled gently. The side view of his handsome face was emphasized.

"Happy Residential Community," she said coldly. She didn't want to expound. Even if Eliz would not tell him her address, Pierce already knew it. Along the way, Eliz kept looking out of the window. It was a sunny day, but she was not in a good mood. She was not feeling well but couldn't pour out her emotions.

In the afternoon, she was back at her work at the San Raffaele. Eliz was silently sitting in the outpatient room, waiting for her patients.

Pierce pushed the door open and entered the outpatient room. With a pair of sunglasses and a neat suit, Pierce looked so handsome and cool. Without looking at the patient, Eliz swiped the computer card as she would usually do. Pierce's name immediately popped up on the computer screen. She was startled and raised her head nervously. She saw Pierce was sitting on the chair with his legs crossed like a young gentleman. He was looking at Eliz curiously.

"Are you sick?" she asked professionally. Eliz assumed that Pierce only came here to mess with her. But in this place, he was a patient, and she just couldn't throw him out. Therefore, she had to follow the medical protocol.

"My heart hurts recently, but I don't know why." Pierce kept his eyes looking straight at Eliz. A crooked yet charming smile was hanging at the corner of his mouth.

"And…?" Eliz asked as she looked away and wrote on the medical record with a pen. She did her best to stay calm and restrained her mind from running wild.

"No other symptoms. Only a heartache," Pierce said. He unbuttoned his shirt and exaggerated his act by putting his hand on his chest to feel his heart.

"Hey, what are you doing?" Eliz was so frightened that her eyes widened. She hastily stopped Pierce.

"I'm just taking off my shirt so you can check me properly," Pierce smirked. He again wore his characteristically playful look on his face. In the blink of an eye, Pierce had already taken off his shirt, showing the strong chest muscles that he had always taken great pride in.

Eliz swallowed and took a cold glimpse at it before listening to his heartbeat with the stethoscope. Everything seemed normal. Then she pressed on his chest. Pierce seemed to be very comfortable. He found pleasure in her touch as their skin made contact. If his heart hurt, the pressure Eliz exerted would have made him cry out. Quite the opposite, Pierce didn't make a sound, nor did he react badly. He enjoyed it very much, with a faint smile on his face. Eliz wanted to laugh and cry all at once. She considered calling the police. A well-behaved lady had no fear of a pervert, but she was afraid of a smart pervert.