Chapter 768: Chapter 768

By the time Kyle Keaton woke up the next morning, the sun was already high in the sky.

Meanwhile, July Quinn seemed to have been awake for quite a while, lounging on the sofa opposite the bed watching videos on her phone.

Catching sight of the man on the bed waking up with a slightly annoyed look, July Quinn couldn’t help but tease him.

"Tsk tsk, showing off your might just to sleep in this late? Your stamina is really lacking!"

The one thing men can’t stand is being told they’re lacking, and Kyle Keaton was no exception.

He immediately tossed off the covers and marched over to July Quinn, wrapping her in his arms.

"Try handling business for a whole day, then flying for over ten hours, and then a night of physical exertion and see how you do?"

While reprimanding July Quinn, he was also planning to demonstrate his stamina.

But just as he was about to make his move, Kyle Keaton noticed July Quinn was watching videos of men dancing.

Watching flamboyantly dressed men striking poses in front of the camera, and seeing how engrossed July was, Kyle Keaton was about to explode.

"July Quinn, why are you watching these types of videos?"

Completely unfazed, July Quinn even sweetly smiled at him: "If you’re upset, you can watch videos of women dancing too."

Saying that, she kindly searched for a video of a heavily filtered beauty dancing for Kyle Keaton.

As the woman in the video twisted, accompanied by a voiceover: "Touch the thigh, throw your head back, squat down, draw in your waist, hands on hips..."

While watching the video, Kyle Keaton had no sensory reaction, but a bizarre scene suddenly played in his mind.

It was like on a certain street, where July Quinn was not only provocatively dressed but also singing and dancing in front of him: "Touch the thigh, throw your head back, squat down, draw in your waist..."

As Kyle Keaton tried hard to recall through these images, they all disappeared in an instant when he was about to remember something.

When he attempted to follow the video and recall something, he was suddenly kicked.

When he turned around, the instigator, July Quinn, was coldly glaring at him.

"What’s up?" Kyle Keaton raised an eyebrow.

"I told you to watch someone else dance, and you actually did?"

"What else? Only the authorities are allowed to light fires and not the common folk?"

Kyle Keaton didn’t explain what he remembered through the video, just dominantly held down July Quinn’s chin.

But July Quinn was as slippery as a loach and slipped out of his hold after a while.

As she broke free, she tossed her phone onto Kyle Keaton, picked up the black coat casually thrown on the sofa earlier, and headed straight to the door.

"Since you like watching so much, stay here and watch slowly. I’m going out to eat."

Even though she had indeed said he could watch videos of women dancing too, when Kyle Keaton actually looked so engrossed, she couldn’t help but feel a little jealous.

She didn’t inconsistent side of herself and feared that Kyle Keaton wouldn’t like it either, so she decided to leave first.

Kyle Keaton had a feeling this woman was angry, but he couldn’t figure out why.

She was the one watching videos of men dancing, she was the one who told him to watch videos of women dancing, and in the end, she’s the one who’s angry?

Completely absurd, unreasonable, unfathomable!

Yet, he couldn’t control his heart and hurriedly put on clothes to chase after her.

About ten minutes later, Kyle Keaton found July Quinn in the hotel’s buffet area.

She was chatting with a burly woman, seemingly getting along quite well.

Kyle Keaton assertively approached and wrapped his arm around July Quinn’s shoulder, casting a possessive glance at Claire Quill: "This is...?"