Evil MC's NTR Harem - Chapter 353

Chapter 353: Chapter 353 Abundance
Emma left the house at precisely 5:30, giving the new nanny final instructions before stepping out.

Her daughter, Erica, was in capable hands, and the cameras installed throughout the house gave her some semblance of comfort.

Still, leaving Erica wasn’t easy, but Emma reminded herself why she was doing this. It was for her daughter, for the miracle that had saved her life.

At exactly 6:00, Emma arrived at the Autumn Palms Hotel.

She had reserved a private dining room and ordered an assortment of dishes for her guest.

The table was lavishly set, but Emma barely noticed. Her heart pounded with apprehension, a knot of dread tightening in her chest.

She didn’t want to be here, but she had no choice. Erica meant everything to her, and she would do anything—anything—to protect her.

By the time the clock struck 7:00, Ross entered the hotel.

He strolled through the lobby, just as he had during their first meeting, but this time, there was no pretense.

His mask of politeness was gone, replaced with a confident, almost predatory smirk.

When he reached the private room, he slid into the seat opposite Emma without hesitation, his presence commanding the space.

“I trust my healing skills were… appreciated,” Ross said, his tone smug as he immediately began digging into the food.

Emma, sitting stiffly across from him, hadn’t touched her plate. Her hands were clasped tightly in her lap as she forced herself to meet his gaze.

“What do you want in return, Ross?” she asked bluntly.

Ross raised an eyebrow, a piece of steak halfway to his mouth.

“What I’ve always wanted, Emma. You.” His words were casual, as if he were commenting on the weather, and he resumed eating without waiting for her reaction.

Emma’s stomach churned, but she pushed the discomfort down. She refused to let him see her break.

“Tell me about yourself,” Ross continued, his tone light but probing.

“Entertain me while I eat.”

“What’s there to tell?” Emma said with a weary sigh. “I’ve already told you everything. My life is boring. Long story short.”

Ross chuckled, clearly amused.

“Boring, huh? Well, where’s the father? That’s an interesting place to start.”

Emma stiffened, her fingers tightening around her fork.

“Dead,” she replied curtly.

“Drowned in soup,” she added with biting sarcasm, making it clear she had no interest in the topic.

Ross smirked, undeterred.

“Ah, so he ran off after getting you pregnant. Classic tale. Beautiful girl, single mom, struggling to make it work. How old are you, anyway? Twenty?”

“Twenty-four,” Emma corrected sharply, the clatter of her silverware against her plate betraying her irritation.

“Close enough,” Ross said, his grin widening. He leaned back in his chair, watching her intently.

“I wonder if…”

The conversation dragged on, with Ross teasing Emma at every turn.

His questions were invasive, his comments laced with mockery, but Emma held her ground, refusing to let him see how much his words cut.

As the evening wore on, Ross seemed to enjoy himself more and more, while Emma’s patience wore thin.

She could feel the weight of his gaze, the unspoken threat lingering in every word, and yet she stayed.

For Erica, she would endure this. She had no choice.

“What can I say? You’re a strong, beautiful woman, Emma. And that’s exactly why I chose you,” Ross said with a sly smile as he stood up.

He placed a thick stack of bills on the table as a tip, then extended his hand to her.

They had been eating and talking for two hours, a time Ross seemed to savor entirely.

Emma, however, felt every second drag like an eternity.

Her thoughts kept drifting back to Erica—her sweet baby waiting at home, the one she wanted to hold, teach, and cherish every moment with.

“Time to claim my reward,” Ross said with a grin, his tone leaving no room for doubt about his intentions.

Emma remained silent, her expression blank as she reached for his hand.

She led him through the elevator and up several floors to the suite she had booked.

The click of the lock behind them echoed in the room as she turned to face him.

“Let me make one thing clear, Ross,” she began firmly, her gaze unwavering.

“I know you like to keep your women close, to show them off to the world like trophies. But I can’t do that. I have a child to think about. This has to stay between us. Promise me.”

Ross raised an eyebrow, clearly amused.

“Why complicate things, Emma? You could just stay with me. I’ll take care of you and your daughter. Hell, I’d even marry you so she has a father figure growing up.” His voice was steady, almost sincere, as if he genuinely believed his offer was the perfect solution.

Emma let out a dry laugh, shaking her head.

“Hold on. Let’s not get ahead of ourselves,” she said, her tone sharp.

“I’ll let you fuck me—anytime you want, anywhere you want. But my daughter is off-limits. I don’t want her growing up in some dysfunctional mess, watching a man with a hundred women parade through her life. That’s my boundary, Ross. Take it or leave it.”

Ross’s grin widened, a spark of mischief dancing in his eyes.

“Alright, be it as you wish. But I have all the time in the world to change your mind.”

Before Emma could respond, Ross stepped forward, his intent clear.

Emma braced herself, suppressing every thought that didn’t involve protecting her daughter. Whatever this arrangement entailed, she would endure it—for Erica’s sake.

“Hmmmmm…” A muffled sound escaped her as, for only the second time in her life, her soft, sweet lips were captured by a man whose desire for her was unmistakable.

His touch was firm yet deliberate, as though he were savoring every moment, every taste.

Her breath hitched as the warmth of his lips melded with hers, a stark contrast to the cool air of the room.

There was an undeniable intensity in the way he kissed her—a mixture of longing, possession, and a hunger that seemed insatiable.

It wasn’t just a kiss; it was a claim, a silent declaration of how much he wanted her.

Her mind swirled with conflicting emotions, but her body betrayed her, responding instinctively to the passion he poured into that moment.

His hand cupped her cheek gently, tilting her face upward to deepen the kiss, as though he couldn’t get enough.

She felt the weight of his desire, not just in his actions but in the way he moved closer, as if he were drawn to her like a moth to a flame.