When she unveils identities novel (Shirley and Braden)

Chapter 577 "I'm Sorry, I Still Crossed the Line

Upon hearing Keith's suggestive words, Nancy's face turned red, extending from her cheeks to her neck.

'You...you pervert!" She slapped him hard on his well-defined face, pushing his heavy body away. "I must be blind to think you're not bad, fuck, fuck, fuck, get lost!"

Keith, seeing that the woman was genuinely angry, stopped smiling and explained, 'Okay, I won't tease you anymore. When I said 'happy,' it wasn't the kind of 'happy' you were thinking of. You misunderstood

me."

'What kind of 'happy' are you talking about?"

'I found out that you really like eating crayfish, so I specially bought ten kilograms of crayfish for you to enjoy. It also symbolizes prosperity and getting rid of bad luck. Isn't that enough to make you 'happy'?" 'Crayfish?!' Nancy's eyes immediately lit up.

It must be said that crayfish was her favorite food, ranking number one on her list. Every year during crayfish season, she couldn't help but indulge herself.

During the past few days in the detention center, the thing she missed the most was exactly that.

If that was the case, Keith really understood her and hit the bullseye!

'Yes, you like eating crayfish, and I happen to be an expert at making them. Isn't it a perfect match?" Keith propped up his chin, smiling slyly.

'You can also make crayfish?'

'Spicy, garlic, thirteen spices-I'm skilled in every style."

'Perfect!"

Unable to resist any longer, Nancy swallowed her saliva and couldn't wait any longer, "Then what are we waiting for? Let's 'be happy' right away!"

'All right, let's be happy!' Keith laughed victoriously and opened the car door.

In his mind, he couldn't believe that this foodie could be won over with a pot of crayfish. How could he let her go so easily?

The two of them took the elevator from the underground parking lot and arrived at Keith's spacious penthouse in the city center.

The man's home was beautiful and cozy, decorated in the popular rustic style. Fluffy plush toys could be seen everywhere, instantly creating a relaxing atmosphere.

'You rest first, take a shower, play some games or whatever you like. I'll cook the crayfish for you," Keith said while tying an apron, completely transforming from a playboy to a domesticated man. Nancy suddenly felt a bit awkward as she stared at him, her mouth watering unconsciously. "Okay."

There was no denying that when a man wore an apron, he exuded pure desire and was incredibly tempting.

At this moment, her appetite for him far surpassed her appetite for crayfish.

While Keith went to the kitchen to prepare the crayfish, Nancy couldn't contain her curiosity and cautiously began exploring his home.

Tsk tsk, his nearly 300-square-meter penthouse was truly luxurious. With five bedrooms, each large enough to run in, Keith's room was relatively simple and clean, without anything particularly notable. The other bedrooms were also tidy and cozy, like showrooms, lacking personal touches.

Only the last room, which was closed, had an intangible air of peculiarity.

Nancy reached out and grabbed the doorknob, hesitating whether to push the door open and take a look.

Should she go in? It seemed a bit impolite.

Should she not go in? But she couldn't resist the curiosity deep inside her.

In the end, she gritted her teeth and turned the lock, opening the door.

There was no way around it. When you like someone, you cant resist wanting to know more and more about them, just like unwrapping a surprise egg, always hoping to discover an unseen side...

As soon as the door opened and she saw the scene inside the room, her expectant and excited expression froze on her face.

In the spacious 30-square-meter room, large posters adorned the smooth walls, all featuring the rising star, Alice.

It wasn't just posters; the display tables were filled with Alice-related merchandise, such as magazines with her on the cover, figurines, and photo albums.

The room, which belonged entirely to Alice, was like a shrine dedicated to an ardent fan's deepest devotion!

Nancy's heart tightened, and without even entering, she quickly retreated and closed the door tightly. Sure enough, he adored her!

Alice was his biggest obsession, the only one who truly touched his heart amidst a myriad of encounters.

The sound of sizzling came from the kitchen as the crayfish was quickly cooked.

'Come, let's eat!" Keith brought out two large bowls of crayfish, five kilograms of spicy and five kilograms of garlic flavor, accompanied by two large cans of beer.

Nancy took a deep breath, suppressing her disappointment, and greeted him with a smile on her face. "Wow, this smells amazing. Honestly, are you a chef first and an entertainment tycoon second?" Looking at the table full of bright red, oily, and steaming crayfish, her eyes sparkled.

'You flatter me. I'm just an amateur.' Keith modestly smiled and handed her a pair of gloves. Then he seemed to remember something and hurriedly said, "Oops, are you allergic to shrimp? Can you eat them?" 'I'm only allergic to some, but crayfish isn't seafood; it's freshwater crustaceans, so there's no problem.'

Nancy put on the gloves, picked up a crayfish, dipped it in hot oil, and began to relish it. "Mmm, it's so delicious. This is it!"

These crayfish were no less tasty than those from the roadside stalls, so delicious that it made her stamp her feet.

"Take your time, eat as much as you want." Keith watched her and indulged in a doting smile.

Silently, he peeled the crayfish for her, one after another, skewering them with bamboo sticks and handing them to her.

Nancy looked at the crayfish handed to her by Keith, her eyes reddening, perhaps from the spiciness or something else, "Why are you so good to me? What's the point?"

Keith paused for a moment, finishing his beer in one gulp, and said coldly, 'Didn't anyone tell you that when you visit someone's home, it's basic courtesy not to go into their rooms without permission?" Nancy's heart stung slightly. She took off her gloves, stood up, and said, "I'm sorry, I crossed the line again. I'm used to cutting my losses, so let's stop here!"

She glanced at the table full of crayfish, suppressing the impulse to ask if she could take them to go.

No one knew the effort she had put in to restrain her from "crossing the line."

Seeing Nancy about to leave, Keith took off his gloves, reached out, and grabbed her wrist. "If, I say if, I hope you can help me empty the 'room'?'