Jasmine’s anger flared. "Plastic Face, I’m starving over here, and you’re sneaking food without me!"

As she spoke, she was already scrambling off the bed. She snatched the instant noodles from the man’s hands and, heedless of everything else, began to wolf them down.

The man watched her, swallowing the words he had been about to say. With cold eyes, he simply observed the naked woman devouring the instant noodles with a complete lack of decorum.

Jasmine finished the noodles and drank every last drop of the broth before setting the bowl down, satisfied.

The man frowned, his voice low. "Still hungry? There’s more."

Jasmine glared back at the infuriating man. "Duh! You try skipping two meals and see how you feel!"

Jasmine strode over, devoured the other bowl of instant noodles on the table, and only then returned to the bed, completely satisfied. She rubbed her overstuffed belly, a look of pure contentment on her face.

But the smile on her face didn’t last a second. It froze, and her expression turned grim.

’I’m... naked...’

’Wait, what did I just do?’

’I didn’t just eat Plastic Face’s leftovers... I paraded around stark naked, right in front of him, and spent ages eating noodles...’

’Oh my god! I... I... how can I possibly go on living?!’

"AHHH!!!" Jasmine clutched her head and shrieked.

The man frowned, slightly displeased, but his cold gaze never left her body for even a second.

Jasmine wanted to die. She dropped her hands from her head and glared fiercely at Jason Lockwood. "What are you looking at?! Stop looking! Why didn’t you say something sooner?!"

’I’ve been utterly humiliated. Today, this man not only took complete advantage of me, but now he’s seen every inch of me.’

"I was going to," Jason Lockwood said, "but you were just too hungry..." As he spoke, he shot a meaningful glance at the empty bowl nearby.

Jasmine’s face turned beet red. She leaped onto the bed, pulled the blanket up to her chin, and glared daggers at Jason Lockwood.

As if he were the one to blame.

’Then again, he was...’

Watching her, Jason Lockwood’s lips curled into a scornful smirk. "Relax. I have zero interest in your body."

"Shameless!"

"Tomboy, you think way too highly of yourself. With a body like yours, I wouldn’t be the least bit interested even if you stripped naked and threw yourself at me."

With her one-track mind, how could Jasmine possibly see the trap in his words?

Nor could she notice the deep, hidden meaning in his eyes as he said it.

Furious, she threw off the blanket on the spot and stalked toward him. "You bastard! I refuse to believe you’re not interested!"

’Okay, so she didn’t have a killer body, but she was still a woman! No woman wants to hear a man say he’s not interested in her. It was the ultimate insult!’

Watching her approach, the man’s lips curved into a slight smile, his wicked eyes narrowing. "By all means, give it a try."

"Fine, I’ll try! And if you lose..."

Hearing this, the man immediately cut in, his voice deep. "If I lose, I’ll compensate you handsomely. Name your price!"

"Fine! You said it," Jasmine snarled, grabbing his collar. "You dare look down on me? I’m gonna make you eat your words! I won’t let you off for less than a hundred thousand, maybe even a million!"

The man’s almond eyes narrowed. "If I lose... one million."