Chapter 333: Couple's Playfulness

Fraser raised his hand slightly, and the maids, models, and makeup artists promptly withdrew, leaving them alone. Today, Summer seemed different somehow. I couldn’t quite pinpoint what it was—the way she looked at me or how close she stayed to me. His eyes darkened as he felt the softness of her hand in his, his throat bobbing slightly before he finally spoke, his voice low and deliberate.

“If you like it, then I like it.”

Summer blinked. “Even if I really wore that sexy dress out?”

Fraser narrowed his eyes, a dangerous glint flashing in them. “Are you teasing me on purpose?”

Without waiting for an answer, he pulled her onto his lap, his hand sliding under her skirt without restraint.

“Ah—That tickles!”

“Still daring to provoke me, hm?” Fraser asked.

“I won’t—I won’t! Fraser, if you keep going, I’ll…I’ll get mad!”

After some playful wrestling, Summer finally settled on a black gown. Her baby bump wasn’t usually noticeable, but a fitted dress would still reveal a slight curve. This particular black gown had a strapless, sweetheart neckline, crafted from the finest satin, with layers of cascading ruffles that swayed like ocean waves. When Summer wore it, she looked like an enchanting spirit—mysterious yet irresistibly alluring. Her fair skin contrasted beautifully against the dark fabric, making her appear even more delicate, as if begging to be touched.

When she stepped out of the dressing room, Fraser’s gaze darkened as he raked his eyes over her—slowly, deliberately—starting from her head, trailing down, then back up again before finally settling on her face. Summer fidgeted under his scrutiny. “Does it…not look good?”

His eyes burned with a barely restrained intensity as he leaned in, his breath hot against her ear.

“You’re so beautiful that I want to hide you away.”

Chapter 333: Couple's Playfulness

Fraser tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear, his voice rough with desire.

“When we get back, I’m going to peel this off you—slowly, piece by piece.”

His calloused fingertips brushed her earlobe, teasing and kneading lightly. Summer shot him an embarrassed glare before quickly walking ahead. Fraser watched her flustered retreat, a smirk tugging at his lips.

The birthday celebration for Granthera Bank’s former chairman was held in a lavish five-story villa. The mansion was ablaze with lights, the clinking of glasses and hum of conversations turning the hillside estate as bright as day. A red carpet stretched like a river from the entrance all the way into the heart of the venue. When Summer walked in arm-in-arm with Fraser, a ripple of murmurs spread through the crowd. All eyes instantly locked onto them—first on Fraser, then slowly shifting to the woman beside him.

Tonight, Fraser wore a meticulously tailored three-piece black suit, a sleek tie completing the ensemble. His noble bearing made him stand out like royalty among commoners. Summer, however, felt uneasy under the weight of so many stares. Fraser paused, glancing down at her. “What’s wrong?”

She tugged his hand lightly. “Do you not notice how those women are practically undressing you with their eyes?”

Fraser lazily swept his sharp gaze across the room before smirking. “And I don’t like how those men are staring at you. So stick close to me. Don’t wander off.”

Wouldn’t want someone stealing you away. Especially with that new nuisance, Lucas Aldridge, lurking around. Not that he was a real threat—just an eyesore.

Soon, groups of well-dressed men and their companions approached to greet them.

“Mr. Graham, it’s an honor. I’m Finnian from Cavernetworks Technology…”

Chapter 333: Couple's Playfulness

“…fortunate man you are.”

As the wealthiest family in Havenbrook, the Grahams were magnets for social climbers. And with the Graham Group’s legendary investment division—capable of reviving any failing project with a single injection of capital—everyone wanted a connection. Meanwhile, the women on their arms stared at Summer with a mix of envy and resentment. Fraser stood tall, his handsome face cool and detached. Even surrounded by admirers, he couldn’t be bothered to offer a smile—just a faint nod. His attention remained solely on Summer. He leaned down. “Thirsty?”

Before she could answer, a woman in a purple dress hurried over with a glass of water, smiling sweetly.

“The night’s just started. Warm water is better for you.”

She was Daniel’s companion. Summer was thirsty, so she accepted it. “Thank you.”

Fraser’s dark eyes lingered on her before flicking indifferently to Daniel.

“Send another copy of that project proposal to my assistant.”