The Heiress Spoiled by Four Brothers and One Devilish CEO-Chapter 117 Mr. Fun-Size

Dreamscape Manor.

Megan had just finished preparing a full table of mouthwatering dishes, like the picture-perfect housewife, and now stood at the villa gate, waiting for Tristan to come home.

As the ornate iron gate swung open, a sleek black Maybach slowly pulled in.

The car parked, and the man inside stepped out with his signature composure and grace.

Without missing a beat, Megan dashed straight into his arms, her laughter light and joyful.

Tristan hooked an arm behind her waist to lift her up, his faintly stubbled chin nudging into the curve of her neck. "Miss me that much you wanna gobble me up?"

Megan gave him a playful pout—ever since this man tasted the forbidden fruit, his words started getting way too suggestive.

She pinched the soft flesh at the back of his neck. "Please. I didn’t say anything about eating you."

"Then what? You want me to eat you up instead?" he teased, brushing his cheek along her smooth neck, making her giggle uncontrollably.

"Can we act a little normal here?"

He chuckled low. "I am being serious."

Megan stared him down. "It’s not me that wants to eat you—it’s the food I made!"

Tristan gently set her down and ruffled her hair. "So, what deliciousness did you make?"

Megan tugged his hand and led him inside. "I asked Mrs. Jones about your favorite dishes. She listed a few of them, so I gave them a shot."

She took his jacket and hung it up in the foyer, then practically pushed him into the bathroom to wash up.

When he came out, she was there with a towel, drying his hands like he was a spoiled kid.

"Give me a piggyback ride."

Tristan crouched down without a word, and Megan hopped on his back. "Piggyback ride, hold on tight,

Up we go, into the night! Come along, enjoy the ride..."

He couldn’t help but laugh. "Wait, so now I’m the pig? At the very least, I should be a noble steed."

Megan rolled her eyes and muttered under her breath, "More like a stud horse."

"Careful now, babe. That kind of talk has consequences. We could put that theory to the test later tonight."

She instantly chickened out. "Babe, my bad. Totally my bad."

"Too late."

"..."

They reached the dining room. Megan clapped her hands over his eyes. "Keep walking... and—ta-da!"

Light hit his eyes again, and he was stunned—the table was covered with all his favorite dishes. His heart felt ridiculously full.

Megan gestured for him to put her down, then dragged him to the table and made him sit.

"Mrs. Jones said you loved your mom’s signature fish. Give it a try, see if I got it right."

She carefully picked up a piece of fish and placed it into his bowl.

Tristan tasted it, then looked at her without saying a word.

She blinked. "That bad? I sneakily took a bite earlier and I thought it was tak—"

Before she could finish the sentence, his lips had closed over hers.

Her eyes widened in surprise, but it only took a second before she started kissing him back, meeting him with equal passion.

Her hands found their way around his shoulders, then his neck.

Suddenly, their romantic moment was shattered by the sound of Zeta Prime crashing in.

"Boom boom boom, boom boom boom, Leo-da-Leo-da-Leーー"

"Oh come on, what terrible karma did I collect in my past life..." Zeta Prime mourned dramatically.Megan’s cheeks were flushed bright red as she leaned into Tristan’s chest, breathing lightly.

Tristan’s eyes narrowed coldly at Zeta Prime.

Zeta Prime was clearly nervous. The gadget perched on its head, Nova Tech, trembled as its legs quivered. Then, without another word, it jumped down and made a break for it.

"Boss, pretty lady, don’t mind me—Zeta Prime’s just a blind bystander, didn’t see a thing!"

Just before dashing out through the dining room door, it added, "Colder weather’s here—indoor warm-up activities are highly recommended."

Megan quickly straightened out her crumpled clothes and took Tristan’s hand. "Let’s eat."

Tristan let out a long breath. "That bot needs to come with a mute button."

He took a sip of his lemon water and started on his meal. "There was a shooting in the city today."

Megan remained calm. "Yeah, heard about it. Something about three Range Rovers chasing a Rolls-Royce."

Tristan nodded slightly. "Oliver called me. Landon Haynes, CEO of NexusStar, was at the Lewis Corporation to sign a deal today. It was his Rolls-Royce involved."

"You mean, the one being chased was Landon’s?"

"Correct," Tristan replied. "But he denied it. Could be old grudges resurfacing or some fresh beef."

Seeing the confused look on Megan’s face, he went on, "Cloud Robinson has teamed up with the Bennette and Channing families to pressure the Lewis Group. The board was siding with them at first, but Landon threw his weight behind the Lewises and tipped the scales. I’d say Cloud’s likely the mastermind behind this attack."

Megan gave him a playful smirk. "So, if you had joined forces with the Lewises back then, things would’ve been smoother, huh?"

Tristan chuckled. "The Lewis Group needs this project more than we do. If one side has too much power, it’s bound to draw enemies. Partnerships don’t last if they’re one-sided."

"It’s like when there’s cake on the table, and your friend says they really love cake. If you dig in first, they get a smaller piece."

"What’s your read on Landon?"

Tristan made sure to try a bit of everything on the table, wiped his mouth with a napkin, then looked up.

"Landon’s 25, holds a master’s in Econ and Trade from Harvard—not many like him in the business world. Built a massive empire in just two years, has fingers in every pie across the globe. As a friend, great; as a rival, he’s a handful."

Megan had to suppress a laugh. That whole Harvard-at-25 story? Totally made up. But the latter half? Spot on.

Tristan hooked a finger under her pointed chin. "Didn’t you say you thought Landon was handsome? Where’d that thought come from? Wait—did you actually meet him?"

Megan locked eyes with him. "I-I was just talking nonsense... trying to make you jealous."

Tristan lightly ran his thumb across her cheek. "Oh, Megan. You nailed it. I’m jealous as hell. Now, how should I deal with this little wave of jealousy?"

She swallowed hard. "What are you thinking?"

He grinned, picking her up effortlessly as he walked out of the dining room toward the stairs. "I think I’ll tag along to tomorrow’s bidding. I’m real curious to meet this supposedly dashing, charming, Mr. Fun-Size everyone’s fussing about."

Megan: "..."