On the plane to New York, Eric was resting with his eyes closed.
More precisely, he was resting his kidneys.
After drinking the wine Han Sanping gave him yesterday, he indeed felt full of vigor and incredibly potent.
Before drinking, his mindset was to try to do less tonight.
After drinking, his mindset was, "Damn, I'm going for ten!"
But after the first two-hour session, that vigorous state began to fade.
Then, by the time he and Nicole finished reviewing the script, a sense of fatigue slowly crept over his entire body, and his desire completely vanished in the latter half of the night.
As Old Han said at the time, his wine was more effective than a small pill, and most importantly, it had no side effects.
But this stuff was, after all, just an external aid, a nourishing tonic wine, not an elixir, so it couldn't make Eric defy the heavens directly.
After studying the script, the two embraced and quickly fell asleep.
They slept for a good while, not waking up until past ten o'clock.
As he left under Nicole's half-smiling, sly gaze, he roughly understood her state of mind.
She must have anticipated that he would inevitably have something going on in New York, so she preemptively put some pressure on her little man, warning him not to mess around.
The best way to control a man is to make him too exhausted to even think about it.
To avoid the paparazzi's eyes, Eric drove Nicole's car away, and now, sitting in first class, even the prettiest flight attendants were like fleeting clouds to him.
A few hours later, the plane landed, and the silver panamera was parked outside the arrival hall as usual; this seemed to have become their unspoken routine.
Eileenah Olsen, wearing exquisite makeup, waved at Eric as he walked out.
Even through the car door and sunglasses, Eric could see her eyes full of desire and the female hormones radiating from her.
"Sigh!"
Life is not easy, the protagonist sighs.
Eric reluctantly got into that woman's car, for he was such an outstanding man.
Looking at him, Eileenah smiled victoriously: "What, are you willing to abandon your little lover and come accompany this middle-aged woman?"
"Not willing," Eric said, teasing her with a smile.
"Hmm? Then you can leave, I don't like to force people!"
"Not willing~~ Just kidding, you have to let me finish my sentence."
"Hehe, at least you have some conscience."
The car started, and Eileenah took off her sunglasses, her alluring eyes looking at Eric strangely a few times: "My little one, what's wrong with you? You look a bit pale."
Eric sighed faintly again in his heart, "It's good enough that I'm still standing, what's there to pursue about looking good or not?"
"Nothing, I'm just hungry. I rushed over to see you and didn't eat anything. Didn't you hear? Not only is my stomach growling, but the brother below my stomach is also growling."
As soon as he finished speaking, Eric wanted to slap himself. Why couldn't this damn mouth have a handle? It had to drive on every broken road.
Eileenah gave him a seductive wink: "Since you haven't completely forgotten me, I'll treat you to a big dinner tonight."
"What are we eating?"
"A seafood feast."
"Uh, then it's best not to be too fishy. I'm a bit inflamed, and my mouth is almost blistering."
"Don't worry, this restaurant is first-class in New York, especially its seafood, which is highly acclaimed."
"Alright, I'll treat you to milk tonight then."
Eileenah laughed heartily, then pointed to her mouth, making a grunting sound.
"What do you mean? Why are you oinking?"
"You annoying fellow, always spoiling the mood. I'm driving, if you don't want a traffic accident, then be proactive!"
Shrugging helplessly, Eric tapped her red lips, and only then did the woman smile.
"Oh, by the way, how's my makeup this time? You said you don't like heavy makeup, so I specifically put on light makeup."
"Then I think you still look better with heavy makeup."
The car suddenly skidded. If it weren't for the seatbelt, Eric would have hit his head hard.
"You bastard, you're calling me ugly!"
"Hehe, what are you saying, my dear? If I thought you were ugly, would I specifically fly to New York? There are plenty of beautiful girls waiting for me to hit on in Los Angeles."
"Then what do you mean?" Eileenah pressed.
"What I mean is, whether it's light makeup or heavy makeup, it might make a difference for ordinary people, but for Eileenah Olsen, it's all the same."
"You possess a unique charm, a charm that doesn't need to rely on makeup or even your face to support it. That kind of mature woman's allure, do you understand?"
"Just a hint of it will make countless people want to kiss your fragrant lips."
Sweet words intoxicate, and the car's situation immediately stabilized.
"Eric, with that mouth and handsome face of yours, plus your status in the entertainment industry, I don't know how many girls you'll trick."
Glancing at the other person, Eric chuckled inwardly, "Your two nieces are already in my belly, so it's not in vain that you personally introduced them to me."
However, no matter how depraved his thoughts were, he still had to maintain his image on the surface.
Eric righteously denied, "Don't slander me. I never prey on naive girls. Deception is not my method; mutual consent is my bottom line."
Unexpectedly, as soon as he finished speaking, Eileenah glared at him and said in a stern tone, "Then what's going on with Ashley and Mary? You'd better tell me honestly!"
"What? What are you talking about?" Eric was startled.
"Still putting on an act for me? You and those two sisters, have you already—"
The rest of the sentence was left unsaid, but both of them knew what she meant.
Based on Eric's understanding of her, since this woman had already asked, she must have some evidence.
He simply stopped pretending. "I'm laying my cards on the table."
"Yes, I did have relations with both of them, but how did you know?"
Eileenah just sneered without speaking.
Eric scratched his head, somewhat puzzled: "This makes me a bit confused. Why would they tell you about this? These things, I'm afraid even Jeanette wouldn't say."
"Hmph! If Jeanette knew, even though she and David have been divorced for many years, do you believe that this former couple would reunite and come knocking on your door to chop you up?!"
Eric shivered. Indeed, such a possibility existed. After all, he had slept with both of her precious daughters, and even more terrifying, there was a 14-year-old younger daughter who adored him.
What if in the future—
This kind of terrifying situation would drive any parent mad.
"Eileenah, you still haven't told me how you knew. Is your aunt-niece relationship so good that you share a sanitary napkin?"
"Hmph hmph! You idiot, because they told me to keep an eye on you!"
"Ah? Keep an eye on me? Why?"
Eileenah floored the accelerator: "Of course, it's because Mary was worried you were deceiving them, saying you were coming to New York for business, but actually you were fooling around with other women, especially that woman named Gal Gadot."
"So they came to me and asked me to test whether you had actually come to New York, and then I naturally found out about what happened between the three of you."
As she spoke, she glared at Eric fiercely again, and the panamera sped past other cars repeatedly, showing her inner dissatisfaction.
"Little one, you really have some skill. Countless men across America want to get the Olsen Sisters, and I didn't expect you to kill two birds with one stone!"
Eric could only chuckle awkwardly: "This proves your judgment isn't wrong, doesn't it? If it weren't for a man as excellent as me, how could I catch the eye of Eileenah Olsen?"
"Besides, the reason I got to know Ashley and Mary is all thanks to you, their aunt. You're our matchmaker, aren't you?"
Eileenah snorted: "I just didn't expect you to actually succeed. Now this is great, an aunt and two nieces sharing one man. If this gets out, it will definitely be a sensational international news story. My heart is in turmoil."
"Where is it in turmoil?"
"My heart is in turmoil. Can't you understand human language?"
"Of course I can, I just wanted to confirm."
"Why?"
"So I can rub it for you."
"You little rascal, I'm driving."
"I'm driving too!"
It was still early, and if they went straight for the seafood feast, the restaurant wouldn't be open yet.
Then Eileenah forcefully dragged Eric to go shopping with her, driving to the most prosperous street in the world today—Fifth Avenue.
This place is filled with luxury goods and is home to countless internationally renowned brands.
The poor only have the right to look; this is a paradise for the rich.
When the two walked into a Prada store, the saleswoman immediately recognized the high-end women's clothing Eileenah was wearing and mentally estimated her price range.
Then looking at Eric, that face was truly handsome, making every woman who saw it lose herself for three seconds.
However, his attire was poor, and the specific brand was indistinguishable.
Coupled with the age gap between them, his identity was obvious: he was considered a gigolo who was leeching off a rich woman.
But when the bill came, and Eric casually threw out a card for them to swipe, the reversal of identities instantly brought a huge sense of contrast.
Of course, there was no cliché scene of the snobbish waiter looking down on someone, followed by a dramatic face-slapping moment.
After all, those who work here have undergone certain quality training. Even if they have thoughts, who would say them to your face?
This matter merely became a topic of conversation and amusement within the group.
They shopped until sunset, both carrying bags of various sizes. All in all, it was only a little over a hundred thousand dollars.
What they gained, however, was Eileenah's joyful laughter, indicating she forgave his recent coldness and wouldn't report him to Ashley and Mary.
Of course, she wasn't in a position to report anyway, given her own indiscretions.
After a boring shopping spree, the two arrived at a restaurant called Flinn Dale and sat down in a corner.
At this time, there weren't many people in the restaurant, and the food was served quickly, with various seafood dishes brought out one after another.
Eric was genuinely a bit hungry. He had been resting his eyes on the plane, and the food there wasn't to his taste, so he hadn't eaten lunch at all.
He looked at the lobster in the middle, ready to take a bite.
"Wait, little one, let me."
Eileenah said, peeling the shrimp shell and skillfully using a knife to remove a piece of smooth, glistening meat.
Then she first lightly licked the tail with her tongue, dipped it in some sauce, and brought it to Eric's mouth.
Subway old man phone!
Eric looked at her speechlessly: "Is this necessary? I think we should just eat properly. Such exaggerated movements will attract others' attention."
Eileenah, however, just stared at him stubbornly: "I like it. Eat it and there's a surprise."
"What surprise?"
"You eat it first, then we'll talk."
Eric could only swallow the shrimp meat, chewing it as he looked at her.
Eileenah smiled at him: "You have to eat all of this, otherwise I'm worried you won't have the strength to fight tonight."
"Don't worry, this man is ready to fight, but where's your surprise?"
Wiping his mouth, Eric asked.
"You'll know in a bit. I'm not like you, little rascal, always breaking promises."
Shrugging, Eric officially began eating. Putting everything else aside, the restaurant's quality was indeed good, especially the special dipping sauce, which paired with the seafood made it quite delicious and tasty.
Half an hour later, the restaurant gradually filled up, and an elderly couple, probably in their sixties, arrived at the table next to them.
The old man was neatly dressed and appeared meticulous, while the old woman was dignified and graceful, clearly a well-bred person.
Eric had already devoured half of the meal, and his hunger had vanished.
Eileenah scanned the people around them, then gave Eric a mysterious smile and whispered, "Finally, there are more people. Wait for me, I'll give you a surprise."
Saying that, she got up and walked to the restroom. She returned a moment later, wiping the water from the corners of her mouth, seemingly having rinsed her mouth.
"Uh, Eileenah, what exactly do you want to do?"
"Shh!"
Looking around, and taking advantage of no one paying attention, Eileenah picked up an ice cube, suddenly bent down, and disappeared under the table.
Due to the long tablecloth covering and being a high table, even if someone was hidden underneath, they wouldn't be visible.
As the zipper was pulled open, he understood what Eileenah's so-called surprise was.
No wonder this woman had just said there were enough people; it seemed it wasn't exciting enough if there were fewer people.
"Hmm…"
He let out a long breath, feeling the pulsating tongue tip.
This slippery feeling was very familiar to him, a man's ultimate pleasure.
Lowering his head slightly, Eric picked up food and put it into his mouth, chewing, even though the delicious food had become tasteless, it was just for show.
"Hmph!"
Suddenly feeling a tightening sensation, his brows furrowed slightly.
Then he uncomfortably stole glances at the people around him, feeling like a thief with a guilty conscience.
A moment later, just as he had adapted to the sensation, a wave of coldness suddenly washed over him, instantly refreshing his mind.
It was like a zone where fire and seawater intertwined.
"Shit! So this is what they call the Ice and Fire Chef!"