Chapter 254: Watching Men Strip

Summer was speechless. Is this the damn male ego at work?

Round three. Taking advantage of the fact that no one was paying attention, Summer secretly rigged the cards.

Finally, Xavier lost. Seeing his cards, Xavier smirked and stood up, walking step by step toward Yvette. Watching him approach, Yvette instinctively resisted, her brows furrowing. “Why are you coming over here?”

“To take off my clothes.”

Yvette was annoyed. “You’re stripping in front of me? Are you insane?”

Xavier lowered his head to look at her, his voice both domineering and teasing. “I want you to be the first to see.”

With that, he placed his hands on the buttons of his dress shirt, his alluring eyes locked onto her.

Summer was right beside Yvette. She watched as Xavier slowly undid the buttons of his patterned shirt from top to bottom, revealing glimpses of his well-defined muscles. Then, he grabbed both sides of his shirt, about to strip it off entirely! All the women in the room stared at his slow-motion movements, unconsciously drooling. Suddenly, a jacket was thrown from a distance, landing squarely on Summer’s head, blocking her view.

Summer was speechless.

Fraser strode in with elegance, his tall frame exuding authority. His deep voice carried a distinct displeasure. “Should I call an AV producer for you all? Let you show off as much as you want?”

Xavier saw Fraser had arrived and shrugged, dropping his hands from his shirt. Even Bobby, bold as he was, had to rein himself in before Havenbrook’s top dog. Hearing Fraser’s voice, he grabbed his discarded shirt and put it back on. Some people in the room recognized him and gasped, whispering amongst themselves.

“Isn’t that the bossman of the Graham family?”

“I think the Graham Group was one of the investors in your last film.”

“I wish he’d just look at me once. I could die happy.”

Fraser’s eyes swept indifferently around the room before finally settling on Xavier. “This is what you call ‘taking care of someone’? Stripping for my woman to see?”

Xavier felt wronged. He was stripping for Yvette, so how did it turn into him stripping for Summer? Summer, completely unaware, was still covered by the jacket. She thought someone was playing a prank on her.

She pulled the jacket off her head and, upon seeing the striking man standing before her, froze for a moment. She asked, “Why did you throw this over my head?”

Fraser answered, “Didn’t want your eyes getting tainted.”

With that, Fraser domineeringly wrapped an arm around Summer’s waist and pulled her into his embrace. The female celebrities and influencers in the room, seeing the high-and-mighty Fraser holding Summer like that, were overwhelmed with jealousy.

But Fraser ignored their envious stares. Holding Summer firmly, he strode out without hesitation. It wasn’t until they stepped outside The Cube that Summer finally understood the situation. She stated in her truck and mumbled, "I shouldn't be here."

A pregnant woman in a place like this? Fine. But watching men strip on top of that? Did she think I was dead or something?

“Ridiculous.”

She knew her limits. What did it have to do with him!

Seeing her unbothered expression, Fraser sounded jealous as he said, “What, do you want to go back and keep watching men strip?”

Summer retorted, “Isn’t Xavier your friend? That doesn’t count as another man, does it?”

Fraser frowned. That sounded…off.

“Even if it’s him, it’s still a no. If you want to look, you can only look at me.”

As if something clicked in his mind, Fraser suddenly leaned close to her ear, his voice dropping into something low and sinful. “Come to think of it, it has been a while. That’s probably why you’re feeling so…deprived. My bad. I looked it up. Doctors say it’s fine after three months.”

Summer was speechless. She shot him a look and turned to leave. Fraser quickly caught up, bent down, and effortlessly swept her up into his arms in one fluid motion. Caught off guard by the sudden lift, Summer’s face turned red. “What are you doing? Put me down! Everyone’s watching!”

“Let them watch.” Fraser was utterly unconcerned. His eyes softened as he gazed at her, a hint of mystery in his expression. “I’m taking you somewhere.”

Summer pushed against him, refusing. “Put me down first. I can walk on my own.”