A Beautiful Luna After Rejection

Chapter 104 - Seduction

Chapter 104: Seduction

After Kate left, I still had a headache about this annoying thing.

The news that Kate brought made me feel deeply uneasy. I couldn’t figure out why I did it, but my heart told me to stop Michael.

But how could I make Michael change his mind?

In front of Michael, I was always led by the nose. Michael would always ask me to do whatever he wanted, even if it meant depriving me of my everyday life, and I had to do what he wanted. So, for example, when we had just met, I had to go to school only with his permission and report to him on any trips.

I looked at the clock in distress, and there was not much time left before Michael would return as usual.

If I told Michael about Robert, or if I interceded with Robert, even Kate would know that Michael would be angry. Perhaps Michael would take it out on Kate and even deprive Kate and me of the right to see each other in the future.

In that case, Michael and I would have to return to when I had just been arrested.

Thinking of this, I suddenly felt my face burning up.

The reason my relationship with Michael had eased up in the past few days probably had a lot to do with the day-and-night exercise in bed between us.

I remembered what Sasha said to me during the day.

“If anyone in the world can appease Michael and solve his problems, it’s you because only you are his mate.”

“Cecily, don’t underestimate your strength. You have a great influence on Michael. Start from yourself. No matter what you want, you can achieve it.”

Every word was still in my ears.

......

But, if I relied only on that... wouldn’t that make me shameless?

I covered my face and peeked at the time through the gaps of my fingers. Unfortunately, there wasn’t much time left for me.

Should I do it or not?

Finally, I reached for the phone by the bed.

“Butler, I want a few things,” I said, blushing.

I stood in the bathroom and looked at myself in the mirror. I couldn’t help but tug at the hem of my dress.

The dress itself was beautiful. The red hem was decorated with a white lace apron, and two cute red bows were on both sides. But it was short of reaching my thighs, and no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t pull it lower.

I finally gave up on the idea and looked up, only to see very little fabric on my upper body. A small piece of white fabric wrapped tightly around my chest and squeezed them together to make them look fuller, with deep cleavage in the middle. The white fabric on my chest was embellished with a red bow and a white ribbon around each wrist.

I pursed my lips and looked at my face in the mirror.

My hair was a little longer than before, and I had a ponytail on each side with two white bows tied in the same style as my dress.

I had the same crazy makeup on my face that Kate had done the last time she dressed me up, bright red lips with heavy eyeliner, and the fake eyelashes that Kate had given me the last time.

I looked like a maid waiting to seduce her master after putting on much makeup.

I had just borrowed this outfit from the housekeeper, and I had to squeeze in the smallest size possible, and now I felt like my breasts were going to explode.

Would it really work?

I looked at myself in the mirror and wondered.

Was Michael going to laugh at me and order me to wash everything off my face?

I was starting to regret this. Maybe Sasha was just kidding. Maybe she was not telling the truth. On the other hand, why should I blindly follow her advice?

Or maybe I shouldn’t have gone to so much trouble to seduce Michael. After all, I wasn’t as good at grooming myself as Kate was, and all my preparations were probably self-defeating. I had changed out of everything, and would it have been better to wait for Michael in bed naked?

It would have looked a bit like a prostitute and a patron.

I pictured Michael, handsome, devilish, and insufferably cocky, becoming the usual fat-headed John, and suddenly wanted to laugh.

But the tight suit stopped me. I couldn’t move or make any facial expressions, or I’d be suffocated.

As I hesitated to change out of the outfit, I heard footsteps outside the door.

It was Michael.

I didn’t have to see him to know it was him, but I could tell by his delicious scent.

I knew I had no choice.

The moment Michael walked through the door, I sat in my chair, crossed my legs, and assumed a pose that I thought was sexy. Then, I looked up at him.

I noticed that he had a smile on his face as he walked through the door. It looked like he had a good day.

Then, Michael looked at me, and he froze.

I looked at him nervously, and from the look on his face, I felt like I had screwed up.