I Became His Sweetheart

Chapter 306 Collision of Fire and Ice

The time in the shower seemed to pass both quickly and slowly, seemingly unpredictable.

Melanie’s head was buzzing, repeatedly thinking about what she said just now. Truly, alcohol emboldened people...

After an unknown amount of time, she finally put on a bathrobe. She smoothed her wet hair, and walked out of the bathroom.

She saw Jeffrey in a dark checkered robe that revealed some of his chest. He was lounging on the sofa, waiting for her.

Seeing her standing still, Jeffrey took the initiative to get up and walked to her. He helped her tuck her wet hair behind her ear, revealing the graceful curve of her side profile.

His Adam's apple bobbed. He couldn't help but lean close to her tender ears. His breath brushed against the top of her head and ears, sending an electric current rushing from the depths of her heart to her entire body. She couldn’t help but tremble.

His eyes flashed. He bent down to kiss her, but her phone rang.

Melanie was about to step away, but Jeffrey firmly stopped her with his hand and softly said, “Don’t mind it.” She took a deep breath, following his advice. However, the phone rang again after it stopped. This happened several times.

Melanie cleared her slightly hoarse throat and said, “I'll answer it, just in case it’s something urgent.”

Seeing her nervous appearance, as if they were doing something wrong, Jeffrey playfully released her. She quickly bent down to pick up her phone and found it was a call from Cyrus.

“Master?” She cleared her throat again.

“I've arrived in Harbor City. I’m coming to Jones Enterprise now. | know what to replace cedar with, so you better remember to bring the fragrance sachets you mentioned.”

“Now?” Melanie’s blush reached her neck. “Is it not okay?” Cyrus asked.

“Elder Gibson.” Jeffrey took advantage of her shyness to hold her hand, bringing his face close to the phone. ” Please wait a bit longer at Jones Enterprise. We have urgent matters to attend to.”

After saying that, he decisively hung up the phone on her behalf.

Melanie was embarrassed, glaring at him with puckered lips. “How could you be so...” The second half of the sentence was already contained in his forceful, deep kiss.

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Early the next morning, in the Jones Enterprise’s guest room, Melanie appeared in front of Cyrus, too embarrassed to lift her head.

Cyrus just smiled. He was once in her position. From the thermos he brought, he took out a spice and handed it to her. “Try this and see if it can achieve the effect you want.”

“This is black basil. Melanie was a little puzzled. “I want to use the coldest spice to create Siberian butterflies “But you also said you've tried many times, and the coldest spices couldn’t create the feeling you wanted, right?”

Cyrus continued, “You mentioned that Siberian butterflies have experienced the most brutal suffering. They go through severe cold, after which they gain a new life. | think the scent you want should be the extreme

collision of fire and ice.”

“Master, you’re amazing!”

Melanie’s eyes lit up, and the embarrassment from earlier was instantly thrown out of her mind.Exclusive content from NôvelDrama.Org.

“Yes, | want the collision of fire and ice, the clash of cruelty and passion. The black basil, which thrives in the hottest tropical regions, is just right to counterbalance the richness in the fragrance.”

The two discussed. They quickly changed into work uniforms and entered the fragrance blending room, starting a new round of experimentation.

At dawn, Melanie, holding a light silver test tube, exclaimed with joy, “I’ve finally succeeded! Thank you, Master!” “Do you want to make it into perfume or fragrance?” Cyrus asked.

Melanie looked at the liquid in her hand, and said, “Perfume is too expensive, and the public can’t afford it. Let's make it into a fragrance. That way, everyone has the chance to pursue excellence and to break through

adversity.” Cyrus waved his hands casually. “As you wish.”

He then spread his hands, and asked, “Where’s the fragrance sachet that you mentioned to trick me into helping you? Is there any truth to it, or is it just a lie?”

“How would | dare lie to you?”

Melanie changed out of her work uniform and hurriedly took out the fragrance sachet made by the old woman guarding the mountain, and then handed it to Cyrus.

Cyrus smelled it. His drooping eyelids suddenly lifted, and he looked excitedly at her.

“This fragrance...”