The Older Man She Craves Can Hear Every Naughty Word In Her Head Chapter 01
I transmigrated into an elite political romance novel as an extra.
I had no idea Atticus Parker could hear my thoughts. Every single day, I couldn’t help but thirst over him.
Can we talk about how gorgeous his hands are? The things they could get up to…
That nose bridge? You already know what else is big…
He warned me coldly, “I only see you as a kid.”
I was heartbroken.
Then his son came home. I stared at the gorgeous, aloof young man and fell for him instantly.
You know… maybe silver foxes are a little too aged. The son’s young, and he has a tongue piercing? Now that’s hot.
A sharp crack rang out—Atticus had just crushed the glass in his hand.
The man who’d always been gentle and refined pressed me against the door behind his son and kissed me wildly.
“Didn’t you say you liked me? So why are you calling me old now? Bad girl. You’re going to drive me insane.”
Comments: [Who said this is an elite political romance? This is straight-up elite smut!]
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“Over my dead body! I’d rather die than go through with an arranged marriage!”
I slammed my hand on the table and stood up.
Facing the entire family trying to pressure me into marrying, I lashed out at everyone in sight.
Just then, comments flooded in:
[This extra is such a spoiled rich girl. The marriage prospect she’s rejecting? That’s Theodore Parker—the male lead of this elite political romance!]
[If she hadn’t fought the marriage tooth and nail, the female lead wouldn’t even have a chance!]
[The female lead’s got it so good…]
Elite political romance?
The kind with all the explicit stuff…
Suddenly, I was interested.
“What’s the name of the guy from the Parker family I’m supposed to marry?” I asked.
My mother stood by the couch with her arms crossed, her eyes cold and full of disappointment. “Theodore Parker. The guy you stood up three times.”
Theodore Parker…
My pupils dilated.
What the comments said was actually true!
This world really was an elite political romance novel!
I did a complete one-eighty on the spot. “Can you still set up a meeting with him? I suddenly want to go through with the marriage!”
They couldn’t get him to meet me.
Instead, my mother sent me straight to the Parker Estate.
I sat on the sofa waiting for the male lead to appear.
The comments freaked out.
[Why’s the extra here for the marriage? This isn’t how the story goes!]
[What about the female lead overseas?]
[Ugh, the author wrote that Theodore is the top-tier heir of Westfield Heights’ power elite, and his dad Atticus is a federal senator who revises bills. It’s a messy, mixed-world alternate novel—just turn off your brain and go with it.]
[This extra is so lucky. A CEO for a mom, a CEO for a sister, and she gets to be the spoiled heiress herself.]
[This author may not have much formal education, but all the female characters in her books are the type who eat ** and never eat dirt. Safe to dive in.]
As someone who’d read countless novels, I guessed what the censored word was in a second.
Damn. Kinda tempted.
Never thought I, a hardcore old-school fanfic girl, would ever get a day like this.
Just then, a pale, knobby hand reached out in front of me, with attractive veins on the back.
“Miss Merriweather, nice to meet you.”
I looked up. The man was tall and lean in a charcoal suit, his face mature and elegant, his bright eyes curved in a smile.
I stood up and shook his hand, my inner excitement bursting out.
Holy shit, this guy is exactly my type!
No one told me he looked like this! I would’ve crawled over here if I’d known!
Marry me, marry me, marry me right now!
The man froze.
He stared at me in disbelief.
“Miss Merriweather, was that you talking?”
