Chapter 207 - Identities

Christy sat in Noah's car. They briefly chatted about the discovery in the KTV. After arriving at Dalton Hotel, Noah carried Ferne directly into the presidential suite by the elevator in the underground garage. Christy was behind. However, the hotel staff automatically ignored her. They kept shouting when they saw Noah carried Ferne.

The rumor that Ferne was the top was scotched. Those waitresses were heartbroken. "I have been liking Ferne for so many years....But he turns out to be gay! His partner is so handsome! I like him as well! What should I do?"

"..."

Noah did not know what those waiters were thinking. After carrying Ferne into the presidential suite, he threw him on the sofa and helped tuck him in. Christy came in with a map. They marked all KTVs and bars they had been to. They then set a new target before they called it a day.

The robot hiding in Christy's bag flew out. In the air, it looked around the presidential suite, and glanced at Ferne who was sleeping on the sofa. Before Christy left, she asked, "Eleven, do you want to sleep here?"

The robot immediately flew to Christy's palm. They entered the next room. After closing the door, Christy took off her clothes and walked into the bathroom naked. Eleven stood at the door and turned back automatically.

Christy came out after the bath. Seeing its behavior, she smiled and said, "We've been sleeping together for so many days. Are you still shy?"

Eleven dropped its head.

Christy held it in her arms, then went to bed and kissed its cheek habitually. "Good night."

Trevor, who was in the garret far away, watched her kiss on 'his' face. He opened his mouth but did not make any sound.

After Noah took a shower and came out, Ferne had fallen under the sofa. After sleeping for a while, Ferne felt a little cold. He then got up from the carpet. Although he was still drunk, the pain in the back of his neck sobered him. When he saw Noah come out, he said with a hoarse voice, "I feel like I have been hit."

Noah slowly fastened his bathrobe and walked to him. He clutched his chin and lifted his face. "Are you awake?"

Although Ferne was still a little confused, he had an intuition that Noah was dangerous. He slowly retreated, "No, no. I have a headache...."

"Noe?" Noah raised his brows and said with a half-smile. "You call me Noe."

"..."

"You even kissed me."

"..."

Ferne closed his eyes and lay down again. Noah lifted his collar and took him to the bathroom. Ferne drank a lot of wine. He was dizzy and uncomfortable, but he knew he should beg for mercy. However, his voice was hoarse and unpleasant, as if he were a duck with its neck being grabbed. It sounded quite unpleasant. "Holy shit! Don't kill me! Help me!"

Noah threw Ferne into the bathroom, turned on the shower, and threw it at his feet. "Wash yourself."

Ferne waited for a long time, but he didn't expect to get such a result. In a daze, he asked blankly, "What are you going to do after it?"

"Don't you know?" Noah revealed a mischievous smile. "Of course, I'm going to fuck you."

Ferne was so shocked that he almost woke up. He stood up limply, but he was so weak that he fell down and got drenched in water. He was so drunk that he almost forgot his gender. He covered his chest and shouted hoarsely, "I was wrong, Noah! I was wrong! Tie me up for a night and calm down, okay?"

Noah raised his eyebrows. "Since you demand it, then, of course, I will agree."

"..."

Noah wouldn't really do anything to Ferne. He hadn't thought of how to punish Ferne yet. But Ferne wanted to be tied up. As Noah was binding Ferne, he thought he looked like a pervert who disciplined sex slaves.

...

After Janessa took a shower and came out, she picked up her phone and checked it. She didn't know when Armando called her. She was confused as to why Armando called her since they were drinking together tonight.

Janessa was a little sleepy, and the alcohol started to work. She climbed onto the bed and fell asleep. Then, she felt the phone at the bedside vibrate again. She got it and answered it in a daze. "Hello?"

The person on the other end of the phone remained silent.

Janessa was so sleepy that she almost couldn't open her eyes. She forced herself to take a look at her phone. Armando's name was flashing.

Janessa looked beside her and saw that Armando was sitting on the edge of the bed. She put down her phone and said angrily, "What are you doing? Sleep. I'm so sleepy...."

Her phone vibrated again. She picked it up and saw that it was from Armando again.

Janessa was enraged. She pulled back the quilt. "Armando, what do you want?"

In the darkness, they could see each other clearly. Only breathing reminded them that the other party was still here.

Janessa turned on the light and saw Armando in the opposite bed slowly stand up. He walked over and held her hand. He lightly kissed her. It sent shivers down Janessa's back. She retracted her hand in surprise. "Armando, you're drunk. I'm Janessa. You are mistaken...."

Before she could finish, a drop of hot water fell on Janessa's hand. She was stunned as Armando kissed her lips. She wanted to push him away, but she could feel Armando's tears on her face. So, she didn't have the heart to push him away.

Armando said in a hoarse voice, "Janessa, I like you. I want to kiss you, very, very much...."

Janessa felt astonished. She pushed away Armando and gasped, "You, you, you, you are drunk. You have drunk too much. I didn't hear what you said just now. Take a shower and quickly go to sleep."

"I'm not drunk." Fifth stood there stubbornly, firmly gripping her hand.

"Do you know what you're talking about!?" Janessa questioned. She felt dizzy. "You're still too young. You don't even know what it means of liking someone. You...."

"I know." His hoarse voice sounded in the darkness. Somehow, Janessa felt a little sacred. "Don't treat me like a child. I've grown up."

It was her fault. She always took him as a child, and kept him around, creating an illusion for him. When she thought that if Armando's parents and grandfather knew about this matter....Janessa didn't dare to think about it at all. She immediately rejected, "No, you know we cannot...."

Armando interrupted her, "Even if we are not fettered by our identities, you won't like me, either. You have fallen in love with someone."

"..."

Janessa fell silent. She did not tell anyone about it, nor did she know how Armando learned about it.

"You want to find that person, don't you?" Armando held her hand tightly and said, "What if I don't let you go?"