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With Lorenzo inside, already lying on her bed.

Chapter 23 Stop Stalking

Grayson grinned like a satisfied villain as he turned the key in the lock and sauntered downstairs.

No performance could fool the old man—he saw right through them. A couple just needs a night together in the same bedroom alone to fix all problems in their marriage.

Krystal thumped her fists against the door. “Grandpa! Please open the door! What are you doing?!”

Grayson’s voice floated from the stairs. “It’s important for a couple to spend some alone time together. Don’t come out. Get some rest.”

And with that, he strolled away.

She groaned and turned around—only to jump in surprise. Lorenzo stood right behind her, tissues pressed to the corners of his eyes.

She burst into laughter, her body shaking uncontrollably. “What the hell are you doing?”

He sniffed. “You gave me the thing I hate most and it was spicy as hell. What did you expect? I can't stop tearing up.”

“You’re so dramatic,” she said, wiping tears of laughter from her eyes. “It was barely spicy.”

“Barely spicy?” He pointed at his red, watery eyes. “I’m trying not to sob! And you had the nerve to feed it to me with your own hands. What was I supposed to do—spit it out?”

Krystal folded her arms with a mocking smirk. “You could’ve gone to Esther's place. I’m sure she’d cook you your favorite food.”

Lorenzo’s expression hardened immediately. “What’s wrong with you? Why would I go to her?”

Without waiting for a response, he turned sharply and stormed off into the bathroom, slamming the door behind him.

Krystal rolled her eyes, shouting after him loudly, “Isn’t she your one true love? I can’t even mention her name now?”

Grumbling, she crawled onto the bed and picked up a book, trying to read.

Minutes later, Lorenzo emerged from the bathroom and walked toward the bed. Krystal lifted her gaze, glare in place. He halted mid-step, pursed his lips, and then changed direction, throwing himself onto the couch instead.

After a while, she peeked over her book.

The shameless man had turned on his side, casually undoing his shirt buttons, chest exposed under the soft bedroom light like he was posing for a Calvin Klein ad.

She nearly fell off the bed.

He caught her reaction and shot her a cocky grin. “Aren’t I more interesting than whatever’s in that book?” His voice was low and husky as he nodded toward the pages in her hand.

Krystal didn’t even lift her gaze. “There are plenty of hotter guys in bars.”

Lorenzo tugged the shirt further open, revealing more of his chest. “Bar boys are just boys. They’re not billionaires like me, are they?”

Finally, she turned to him, deadpan. “Where are you even learning this stuff? The Kama Sutra for CEOs? Doesn’t suit your cold, rude CEO vibe.”

He flexed slightly, showcasing his abs. “I’m offering myself to you. You won’t get this kind of opportunity again.”

She slammed the book down on the nightstand, sliding under the covers with exaggerated irritation. “I don’t need this kind of offers from you, Mr. Moretti.”

Lying with her back to him, she muttered under her breath, “The second Grandpa leaves tomorrow, I’m getting the hell out of here. This Cactus has gone full lunatic.”

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The next morning, as soon as Grayson left for his morning walk with his friends, Krystal wasted no time. She packed her suitcase, dragged it downstairs.

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