America: The neighbor's wife is so incredibly hospitable!

Florence clenched her teeth, her hands trembling uncontrollably from the excessive force.

She tossed her disheveled platinum blonde hair and turned to glare fiercely at Chen An, who was watching the melon.

"Shut up... when I signed my first family merger, worth five billion euros!"

"You might not even be born yet! This kind of menial labor... ugh!"

Overcome with excitement and wanting to refute, the mud beneath her feet was unusually slippery.

Florence was about to take a step forward when she stumbled, her already slender ankle twisted, and she lost her balance.

This is an extreme humiliation, to be thrown into this filthy mud pit like a groundhog in front of this tyrant!

She closed her eyes in despair.

However, the expected mud-covered mess did not happen.

A strong, rough hand, hot to the touch, precisely gripped her slender waist, which was taut with sweat.

The powerful arm strength didn't even cause any sway; it steadily caught her body as she was about to fall in mid-air!

Florence suddenly opened her eyes.

She had crashed into Chen An's chest, which was as solid as a rock.

The primal and aggressive scent unique to men instantly filled her pampered nasal cavity—

It was a mixture of hormones, sweat, and a faint, crisp tobacco scent.

Their bodies were pressed tightly together.

Florence's clothes were already semi-transparent due to being soaked with sweat from the strenuous exercise.

Through that thin layer of silk, she could even feel the rise and fall of her chest and the intense friction between her chest and the hard pectoral muscles opposite her, a friction that made her heart skip a beat!

This is a tremendous shock that this European swan has never experienced in thirty years.

This is a hundred times wilder than the most intimate tango at a Parisian social ball!

"This isn't a place for ballet dancers."

Chen An did not become lustful because of her beauty and wet allure; he simply straightened her up as if she were a delicate pendant.

Then, he reached out and used the slightly rough pad of his thumb to wipe away an inconspicuous speck of mud from her snow-white cheek.

The touch was just right, bringing an indescribable tingling sensation.

"Turning these two furrows will be enough." Chen An's tone became somewhat low and profound.

Those dark eyes that were looking at her seemed to have a captivating, almost demonic power. "Then come up and wash up."

After saying that, Chen An handed over the half-eaten, chilled watermelon that had been kept in the ice bucket and had become cool and refreshing.

It even had the teeth marks left by Chen An biting it.

This is a complete test of the other party's psychological defenses and bottom line.

For a woman with severe mysophobia and obsessive-compulsive disorder, eating something that someone else has bitten is something she would never even consider.

But at this moment.

Florence was extremely thirsty, hot, and exhausted.

Looking at that piece of melon that seemed to radiate a divine glow and was oozing crimson juice, and the irresistible gesture of the man offering it to her...

Her pride was resisting fiercely.

But at this moment, her body, due to thirst and an inexplicable awe of the man who had just displayed the power of male hormones, developed a morbid sense of obedience.

As if by some strange twist of fate.

The high-flying flower of France slowly bowed its head.

Taking Chen An's hand, she opened her cherry lips, still smeared with a trace of lipstick, without any hesitation, and took a bite of the cold watermelon with teeth marks on it!

The sweet, refreshing juice instantly soothed her dry throat, and even dripped down her swan-like neck.

The dopamine rush from that moment when her defenses were breached caused her blue eyes to overflow with a seductive, watery glow.

Chen An smiled when he saw this.

After completely shattering the prey's haughty shell, all that's left is obedience and sweetness that can be played with at will.

……

Two hours later.

The afterglow of the setting sun had softened considerably.

Florence sat in the extremely comfortable, huge bathtub in the second-floor master bedroom, washing away her fatigue and mud.

Floating on the water was the "Titan Special Wild Iris Essence Bubble" that she had longed to buy for a billion dollars.

Amidst the rising steam, someone knocked on the door.

Since all her previous clothes were ruined, she could only grab a long flannel bathrobe from the room, wrap herself in it, and go out to open the door.

It was Jessica holding the tray.

"Here's your dinner." Jessica put down the tray in her hand with a slightly mischievous smile.

After looking the plucked swan up and down and cleaning it up, I couldn't help but admire its stunning figure.

There was no caviar or foie gras from European royalty on the plate, only a bowl of steaming bread soup.

Add a few slices of simple bacon, and... that bottle of Titan's Private Custom Essential Oil, which is so expensive on the black market that people are desperate to get their hands on it!

"Our boss said so," Jessica said, leaning against the door, conveying the farm owner's supreme decree.

"He doesn't care about a billion euros. He wants this..." Jessica pointed to the crystal-clear bottle, then revealed a somewhat embarrassed but also threatening expression.

"Today it's just about obeying the rules of labor. Tomorrow night he'll be waiting for you in the panoramic dome tent..."

"If you're willing to bring this bottle of essential oil, apply it yourself, and then come to discuss deep-seated monopoly business, then the entire European market will belong to your Lumière Group."

"If you don't go, we'll have a tractor take you across the Montana state border tomorrow morning."

After saying that, Jessica clapped her hands, turned around and left briskly.

Florence, left inside, stared blankly at the bowl of ordinary thick soup and the small bottle of transparent potion on the table that seemed to give one the most beautiful scent in the world.

Then she recalled the image of that wild tyrant who had pulled her into his arms that afternoon, a figure as fierce as fire and as solid as rock.

This aloof European female CEO lives in the heart of America, a place where pastoral scenery and extravagant daily life intertwine.

She finally took that deep breath that would completely ensnare her.

She reached out and grabbed the small bottle of liquid that exuded a deadly alluring charm, her knuckles turning white from the force.

A bold yet shameful glint involuntarily appeared at the corner of his mouth:

"These rules are really annoying... but I'm incredibly curious about that tyrant's physique..."