Chapter 47: Harry’s secret mistress

"Don't cling to me."

Harry coldly pushed the woman away, tossed his vest onto the sofa, and sat down. He loosened his tie, revealing the chiseled chest hidden beneath his white shirt, directing his icy gaze towards the woman still standing bewildered by the door.

"Aren't you going to close the door, Iris?" He frowned slightly, his voice icy.

Iris smirked a little. She quickly closed the door and took a seat beside him on the sofa. Her slender legs crossed, making her nightdress appear even shorter. She leaned back with one arm supporting her head, gazing at him in a seductive manner.

The pale pink lacy nightdress clung to her, accentuating every alluring curve. Any ordinary man would certainly find it hard to tear his eyes away from her, let alone when she was actively trying to seduce him like this.

Iris grabbed Harry's tie, not to pull him closer but to lean in herself, inhaling deeply the scent of his body. She then remarked, "Hmm… The scent of a married man is quite distinctive."