Chapter 750:
“But…” I hesitated, still uncertain.
Herbert interrupted me, “When you make money from the stocks, you can redeem it.”
I knew there was no other choice now. Besides, it wasn’t against the rules. I clenched the brooch in my hand and said, “I’ll definitely redeem it in the future.”
Herbert nodded, then his expression turned serious.
“There are only a few who make money from playing stocks. Many lose everything if they do it wrong. So, I want you to learn the basics first. Then I’ll teach you some strategies, but you’ll need to practice before you begin.”
“I’ll work hard to learn,” I promised, nodding vigorously.
From that day on, after dinner, Herbert would teach me lessons in the study.
A week later, I had mastered all the basics.
Another week passed, and Herbert practiced with me. Gradually, I became fully immersed in the world of stocks, almost obsessed with it.
It was already past eleven that night. I was still holding my laptop, leaning against the bed, studying a stock.
The bedroom was dim, lit only by a wall lamp.
Then, a strong arm wrapped around my waist.
It was Herbert. He was by my side.
I gave him a little push.
“Stop fooling around!”
“It’s getting late. It’s time to sleep,” he said gently.
His voice was undeniably sexy, but it didn’t distract me from my focus. I was deeply immersed in my studies and wasn’t about to let the handsome man in front of me pull me away from my goals.
“Go to sleep first,” I said, trying to brush him off.
“Today is the weekend. We agreed to do it tonight,” Herbert replied, his voice tinged with both grievance and pleading.
It had been a long week. I hadn’t allowed him to touch me from Monday to Friday because I needed to work and focus on learning about stocks. Herbert, understanding how exhausted I was, had patiently endured without pushing me.
“I said we can do it on weekends. We can do it on Friday or Saturday. Do you understand?” I chuckled and glanced at him.
Herbert frowned, clearly frustrated. Without another word, he grabbed the laptop from my hands and tossed it onto the bedside table. Then, with surprising force, he pulled me into his arms and said in a firm, overbearing tone, “My understanding is that we will do it on Friday and Saturday.”
“I have the right to explain, okay?” I retorted, but before I could finish, Herbert leaned down and kissed me hard on the cheek.
“You are mine. Your right to explain is also mine,” he teased, his lips lingering near my ear.
