50. Are You Here to Take Him From Me?

The night was hazy.

On the soft carpet in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, the girl's soft, lustrous feet stepped down, covered in a thin sweat and trembling so much she could hardly stand.

He held her slender waist tightly, providing support, and whispered hot breaths into her ear: "Baby, you're so warm."

It was a sentence one couldn't listen to closely.

Tara bit her lower lip hard, looking at their intertwined silhouettes reflected in the window, remaining silent.

The draft for the fans finally had a bit of inspiration at this moment.

Of course, it wasn't enough.

Perhaps by trying those requests, her thoughts would become clearer.

Thinking of this, Tara called his name in a soft, uneven voice: "Killian."

"Mhm?"

"I want to see your face."

Hearing this, he let out a sexy, low chuckle. "Okay."

As the position changed, his hot, large hand gripped her just above the bend of her leg, easily picking her up.

It was a very restrictive posture.

When pressed against him, she felt as if her soul was about to shatter; she couldn't escape even a little bit.

The physical size difference was displayed to the fullest at this moment.

Tara squinted her eyes slightly, immersed in the pleasure, quietly feeling the slow or rapid changes he gave. The inspiration in her mind was shattered by the impact, then reassembled once more.

So fierce.

His waist is really good, Tara couldn't help but think.

Narrow and lean—one could only marvel at the core explosive power within.

It was as if he could go on forever.

In the dark sky, the stars gradually faded until dawn was about to break.

It was almost another sleepless night.

Too indulgent, Tara thought.

It was as if they wanted to merge into each other's blood and bone.

They had a very, very long time to be together in the future. If they kept up this frequency, wouldn't most of their time be spent on this?

"We can't be like this..." she murmured groggily, leaning into his arm while soaked in sweat.

He gently brushed the damp hair from her forehead. "Mhm?"

Must exercise restraint,

Tara thought.

"Don't tease me next time."

She finished speaking softly, closed her beautiful eyes sleepily, and fell into a deep slumber.

He looked at her tired little face, feeling both satisfied and protective.

"Okay."

He promised, and throughout the years of youth they spent together, he reminded himself over and over, following through on his word.

But many years later, he would only wish to crush her, to break her, until he had fully consumed her bone and blood, making her never dare to leave him again—and never able to leave him again.

"Dorothy, what are you looking at? Why are you so excited?"

At a university campus, during the lunch break, a companion asked Dorothy, who was grinning foolishly at her phone.

Hearing this, Dorothy snapped out of it and shoved the drawing directly in front of her. "It's the commission I got from Great Master Begonia! Here, look."

The companion blinked and began to browse the drawing.

The night was hazy, with a vast galaxy of stars in the endless sky. The bustling night view revealed a world of luxury. In the drawing, the male lead held the female lead intimately in his arms, pressed against a mirror-like window, as if he were embracing his entire world.

It was sweet, indulgent, tender—a heart-piercing sexual tension.

And yet, it was clearly just a hug.

The companion was completely stunned, even letting out an involuntary curse: "Holy shit, Master Begonia can draw this too?"

"Of course! With Master Begonia's strength, she can master any type or style easily!" Dorothy said with a sense of shared pride.

"In the future, I'm going to commission even more from her and let her feed me plenty of 'meals'!"

The companion couldn't help but tease: "What if one day your Master Begonia suddenly quits the internet and disappears forever? After all, things on the internet iterate so fast."

"Pah, pah, pah! What nonsense are you talking about? Master Begonia has millions of fans; how could she suddenly quit and disappear? You stinking jinx, stop talking nonsense..."

"What? You’re Killian’s grandfather?"

In one of the most high-end restaurants in the city, inside an elegantly decorated luxury suite, Tara looked at the old man in front of her in shock.

Weston nodded slightly and smiled: "Yes. I am Weston West."

He was in his twilight years. His well-defined face bore the marks left by time, but those eyes were like cold stars—sharp despite the cloudiness. Even when he was smiling, he gave off an invisible sense of pressure.

Weston West.

Although Tara was just an ordinary citizen without much worldliness, she had heard of the name Weston West.

Actually, many people in this world had probably heard his name.

A business tycoon who dominated the world, controlling the economic lifelines of many sectors. The legendary stories about him could probably fill several books.

He said he was Killian's grandfather. This sounded too surreal—even more surreal than a novel.

In her eyes, her Killian was outstanding and talented, but he wasn't unreachable.

Now, this old gentleman was telling her that a person like him—standing at the pinnacle of wealth and power—was actually Killian's grandfather?

She wanted to say she didn't believe it, but she scrutinized the old man's face.

She hadn't noticed it before in financial magazines or news, but looking closely now, his brows, the sharp and cold aura he carried, and even the way he looked when he frowned or smiled were all so familiar.

Killian looked exactly like him.

There was no way for Tara not to believe it.

But if he really was Killian's grandfather, then why was Killian's surname Qi instead of West?

Did Killian take his mother's surname?

Would a family as large as the Wests allow their son to take his mother's surname?

Seeming to see the confusion in her eyes, Weston smiled and spoke slowly: "Killian took his mother's surname."

Speaking of this, he seemed to remember something sad. His majestic brows lowered slightly, and he let out a sigh.

"Back then, Killian's father and mother had some unpleasant conflicts and lived separately. Killian was unwilling to return to the main family, so he always lived with his mother and took her name."

His tone held unconcealed regret: "Later, Killian's mother fell very ill and passed away."

"I wanted to bring Killian back to the family, but having lived away for so many years, the child was exceptionally distant and resistant toward me and his father. He simply didn't want to come back."

"But now..."

His heavy, majestic gaze fixed on Tara. He still looked as if he were smiling, but for some reason, Tara felt an unsettling pressure.

"His brother met with an accident. The West family needs him now. So, Miss Tang, that is the purpose of my visit."

Tara didn't say a word. She just watched the old gentleman quietly, while her mind uncontrollably thought of a news piece she had seen a while ago:

Bentley West, the new controller of the West Corporation, had accidentally become a vegetable due to a plane crash.

Now, the elder Mr. West was telling her that Bentley was Killian's brother.

The most important heir of the family had met with an accident, but there was still one left outside...

Tara's eyelashes trembled uncontrollably as she looked at the old man: "So, are you here to take him from me?"