Lance gently shook his head, "No, tonight I am just a companion. Besides, I am currently pursuing a lovely Miss Omega, so it is necessary for me to maintain purity in both body and mind during this time, isn't it?"

Miss Hughes smiled knowingly, "Indeed, Lance is truly a gentleman. Eden, perhaps you should learn from him." She glanced at Eden, but the curve of her mouth began to stiffen slightly.

Eden Anslay naturally knew what his companion was thinking. It was probably because he had been vigorously pursuing a beta recently, which made her feel a little embarrassed. After all, Miss Hughes always prided herself as a playboy's girl—the precious pearl jasmine that Eden would always turn back to after lingering among the flowers.

Eden chuckled slightly, seemingly nonchalant. "Is that so?" he said, wrapping his arm around Miss Hughes' waist, his fingers casually tracing over her intimate area. "But aren't you supposed to love me like this the most? Hm? Darling."

"My precious pearl, Jasmine, please don't do anything unnecessary that would stain your pure white petals with the stench of dirt." Eden approached Miss Hughes, with a smile on his face, which appeared stiff. "Do you understand, little Jasmine?"

Miss Hughes' eyes flickered slightly, and then she kissed Mr. Eden on the lips, enveloping him in the intoxicating scent of jasmine pheromones. It seemed like she was teasing her alpha, causing his breath to quicken slightly, as she said, "Of course, I will always be your favorite little jasmine."

Lance took a glass of red wine from the tray of the waiter in a tuxedo. He felt that he shouldn't stay to witness this any longer. After all, it was Miss Eden and Miss Hughes' personal matter.

After rejecting the advances of several omega individuals, Lance walked into the depths of the hall. He then found a corner, sat down, and enjoyed a rare moment of tranquility while eating a cream cake.

Mmm, and it's topped with strawberry jam. Truly a double delight of flavors.

Eden's peripheral vision caught sight of Lance's movements, then he withdrew his attention and looked towards the omega beside him. "Miss Hughes, I haven't said it before, but you are a very smart omega."

He led Miss Hughes upstairs, and his increasingly scorching hand seemed to be completely unaffected by the fabric around her waist, easily arousing her desires.

Miss Hughes nodded and couldn't help but breathe out lightly. The pheromones enveloping her body grew heavier, but thankfully she was surrounded by Eden's powerful pheromones, which kept the passing alphas from taking advantage of this omega who still possessed some wit.

Ms. Hughes felt that Eden seemed a bit impatient this time. In the past, it was always after they entered the room that it would begin...

"But this time, your cleverness has made me somewhat unhappy." Eden pushed her against the door with his hand, bending down to cover most of Miss Hughes' body. Then, with his other hand, he lifted her skirt from the side of her leg, revealing a large patch of skin. His palm skillfully pulled down Miss Hughes' covering cloth, gently circling around her most intimate area.

"Please... Please don't do it here..." Miss Hughes's sudden surge of desire and shame made her grip the hand causing trouble, accidentally pushing it even deeper. There were still footsteps near the stairwell, and she could be seen in her disheveled state at any moment. Miss Hughes felt like she was going insane!

Eden, I... I was wrong. I won't do anything unnecessary anymore. I won't look for her... um~ her trouble... Let's go inside, ahh... please...

Eden smiled, a somewhat cryptic expression on her face. Her troubles? No... perhaps what he cared about wasn't...

"I like a Jasmine who can acknowledge her mistakes and change," Eden opened the door and scooped up Miss Hughes, using his foot to latch the door and set it to "Do Not Disturb" mode. Then he placed Miss Hughes, who was already a little dazed and infatuated, on the bed.

He lifted the hem of her skirt and gently tugged at the last layer of fabric, saying, "Look, your nectar is sticking to it, Jasmine."

Miss Hughes' cheeks turned red. "So, Mr. Eden, do you want to collect more nectar?"

Eden approached the back of her neck, his breath and the tension in his nature that attracted wild beasts causing Miss Hughes's hair to stand on end. "You should call me Mr. Gardener," he said, "to avoid Mr. Gardener losing control and ravaging Little Jasmine, let's make a temporary mark first."

Miss Hughes skillfully tilted her head slightly, and the scent of omega pheromones instantly became stronger. "Mr. Gardener, please~"

Eden restrained his instinct to fiercely conquer the person beneath him, but fortunately, he could still endure to this extent. He slowly lowered his head.