The Trending Topic Herself: The Villainess is the Superstar!-Chapter 135: Maya Monroe Is That Little Vixen

Chapter 135: Chapter 135: Maya Monroe Is That Little Vixen

Actually, Maya Monroe didn’t really care about Ian Rowe’s explanation. After all, Ian Rowe had just looked so flustered that he couldn’t even speak. That meant her goal was already achieved.

Maya let out a leisurely stretch and yawned with her eyes closed.

She was sleepy.

The drowsiness hit her hard, and Maya was never one to deprive herself.

She lifted the blanket and lay down, having lost interest in pretending with Ian Rowe, and soon fell asleep.

Ian Rowe observed Maya for a moment. She wasn’t as lively when asleep, but the tension between her brows had completely disappeared, and if you didn’t look closely, she even seemed a bit cute.

By the time he realized it, he had been staring at Maya for quite some time.

He hadn’t seen her the past few days, and now seeing her quietly lying on the bed again filled him with indescribable emotions.

Ian knew Maya was a restless sleeper, but he didn’t expect her "craziness" to be far greater than before.

The pressure around his neck was getting stronger, and Ian felt it was getting difficult to breathe.

The culprit lay peacefully on the bed, mumbling something unconsciously, with a shiny droplet at the corner of her mouth, possibly drool. Her slender arms wrapped tightly around his neck like vines, refusing to let go.

Maya had a lot of strength, and Ian didn’t want to forcefully remove her hands. By the time he managed, a noticeable red mark had already formed around his neck.

Ian was no longer sleepy. His throat felt sore, and he dreaded to imagine what might happen if he ever slept too deeply.

He couldn’t let her get away with this bad habit anymore.

Ian shook Maya’s shoulder, his gaze fixed intently on her.

Maya was a heavy sleeper, and it took a while for her to wake up. Her morning grumpiness was no joke, and as soon as her eyes opened, curses followed: "What are you waking me up for? Are you stupid?!"

Usually, Maya was sweet and gentle in front of him. Hearing her swear startled Ian, making him frown even deeper.

Maya murmured, blinking in confusion.

In the dim light, the first thing she saw was a pair of strikingly beautiful eyes, so bright they couldn’t be ignored even in the dark. But they were not calm, like a volcano ready to erupt and consume everything the next second.

Though Maya’s mind was hazy, her instincts were sharp at sensing danger.

Maya shivered, grabbing Ian’s shoulder and using her legs to try and overpower him to escape.

Ian quickly caught her ankle, his voice oddly calm: "Strangling wasn’t enough, now you want to kick me to death?"

The familiar cold voice snapped Maya back to reality.

The distance between them was so close that Maya could almost feel Ian’s breath on her face as he spoke.

"Honey, what’s going on?"

Though she regained her senses, she still couldn’t grasp the situation.

Seeing her puzzled and clueless expression, the anger in Ian’s heart subsided significantly.

Maya’s eyes moved to Ian’s neck, noticing the glaring red mark there, as if it had been abused.

"Oh, how did that happen?"

Casually sarcastic by nature, her teasing slipped out without a second thought.

But she quickly caught on and feigned outrage: "Which little witch did this? If I catch her, I’ll skin her alive!"

She lowered her voice, actually sounding somewhat hysterical.

It wasn’t until Ian let out a chuckle that Maya realized.

No, wait, last night Ian’s neck didn’t have that mark. Unless he sleepwalked and scratched himself...then...

Could she be the little witch?

Ian felt all his frustration dissipate under Maya’s antics, barely even feeling any discomfort in his neck anymore.

All he could focus on was Maya’s face.

Bold and impish, sometimes with a touch of vulnerability, as if she had grown on his heart.

But he didn’t forget his aim. He took Maya’s hand, guiding it to his neck, inch by inch downward, letting her feel his warm skin and the rushing blood beneath.

Finally stopping on his prominent, alluring Adam’s apple, reaching an intense peak.

"Maya, can you see? This is the result of your restless sleeping. If it happens again..."

He pondered, seeking something to threaten her with.

"You’ll be eating vegetables every day!"

His tone deepened.

"Huh?"

Maya tried to pull her hand back, but Ian held it firmly, refusing to let go.

First, she was shocked at almost having strangled Ian, then found his threat strangely juvenile, but... it did hit her weak spot.

Feeling the pulse under her palm, she found herself unable to think straight.

Seeing Maya instantly silenced, Ian smugly snorted before finally releasing her hand and getting out of bed.

Maya didn’t know where Ian went, as he walked out the door with just an overcoat.

She was still lost in the recent events, unable to regain her composure.

But Maya was carefree by nature, too lazy to ponder puzzling matters. As drowsiness swept over her once more, she yawned and closed her eyes again.

It was only three in the morning, sleeping was perfectly normal.

Vincent Summers arrived to pick Ian up, finding him calmly seated on the living room sofa, waiting.

Vincent felt an odd sense of déjà vu at the sight.

"You’re here?" Ian put down his coffee, unusually not using his free time to handle work.

Vincent leaned closer, disapprovingly saying, "Who’s crazy enough to drink coffee right after waking up? Have you eaten, Ian? Probably not, drinking coffee on an empty stomach is bad for you!"

Oddly, Ian seemed in surprisingly good spirits, the coldness around him mostly gone, suggesting a rather pleasant mood.

But Vincent soon noticed something wrong: "Ian, your neck..." 𝑓𝘳𝘦𝑒𝑤𝑒𝘣𝘯ℴ𝘷𝘦𝓁.𝑐𝑜𝑚

The distinct handprint on Ian’s neck couldn’t be mistaken for a sign of passion.

"Who did this?! Who could be so mean?!" Vincent growled.

Ian remained silent, intentionally wrapping a scarf around his neck before leaving.

Vincent seemed to recall something: "Was it Maya? She’s the only one who could get close enough to do this."

Ian stood up, giving him a nonchalant glance, "Let’s go."

To Vincent, this gesture was as good as a confession.