Evil MC's NTR Harem

Chapter 318 Playing with Fire

”She’s doing well,” his father chimed in. ”She’s still working at the clinic, same as always. And since it’s already past eight, she’s probably home by now.”

”You should go pay her a visit,” his mother added, her tone encouraging.

”Good idea, Mom. Maybe I will.” Ross stood up, his grin widening as he headed toward the door.

As he stepped outside, the cool night air greeted him, carrying with it the faint scent of jasmine from a nearby garden.

He made his way through the familiar streets, his steps light with anticipation.

The image of Mrs. Lawrence—a mature, beautiful woman who had always held a special place in his heart—flashed in his mind.

”It’s been a while,” Ross muttered to himself, a mix of excitement and nervousness stirring within him.

The walk to her house wasn’t long, but it felt like a journey back in time.

The memories of his childhood—of stolen glances, innocent crushes, and unspoken dreams—flooded his mind with every step.

Tonight, he would see her again, and though he didn’t know what to expect, one thing was certain: this visit was long overdue.

Five minutes later, Ross arrived at a modest home. It wasn’t particularly large, just an average house, but it was clear that it had been well-maintained over the years.

The care and attention put into it were unmistakable. It was the same house Ross had last seen a few months ago, and it brought back a flood of memories.

Growing up, he had often fantasized about Mrs. Lawrence. Perhaps that was why his ideal type of woman had always been molded after her: big breasts, a curvy hourglass figure, and an innocent face that could melt anyone’s resolve.

Ding!

Dong!

The doorbell chimed as Ross pressed the button. Moments later, the door opened, revealing a beautiful young woman.

She was the spitting image of Mrs. Lawrence—albeit a younger version—but stunning in her own right.

”Ross! You’re really back! Is that you? You’ve changed so much in just a few months!” the young woman exclaimed, her eyes wide with shock.

Ross had been tall before, but his thin, almost sickly frame had been a stark contrast to the man standing before her now.

He looked like a walking tank, his white T-shirt hugging his well-defined, muscular frame.

”I worked hard to change, Aria. I just wanted to improve myself, so I hit the gym every weekend,” Ross said, his tone casual but confident.

”Is your mom home?”

”Heh. Still hung up on my mom, huh? Why? Don’t you want someone younger?” Aria teased, stepping back and playfully showing off her figure with a spin.

The truth was, Ross found Aria attractive too, but he had his priorities straight. His plan was clear: win over the mother first. If fate allowed, perhaps he could have the daughters too.

After all, what was wrong with a happy family dynamic like that?

”I…” Ross pretended to stammer, knowing full well he’d be saved any second.

”Who’s that, Aria?”

A sweet, melodic voice drifted closer, mature and undeniably alluring. A moment later, she appeared—Mrs. Lawrence, standing right in front of Ross.

The woman of Ross’s dreams stood before him, dressed in a chic business outfit. She wore a beige A-line pencil skirt that ended just above her knees, paired with a crisp white button-down blouse. Continue your story on .Côm

The blouse was slightly open at the collar, offering a tantalizing glimpse of her ample cleavage.

Over it, she had on a tailored black blazer that contrasted perfectly with the lighter colors underneath, giving her a sophisticated and polished look befitting a professional setting.

It was clear she hadn’t changed out of her work clothes—perhaps she had just arrived home after working late.

Ross didn’t mind in the slightest; he was simply thrilled to see Mrs. Lawrence again, especially looking like this.

She was still the same stunning woman who had occupied his fantasies for years, a vision of beauty that seemed to grow more enchanting with time.

Like fine wine, she had aged gracefully, now 46 years old with two daughters, yet still exuding a charm that could rival women half her age.

Ross felt his jeans grow uncomfortably tight as he took in the sight of her. Mrs. Lawrence radiated sex appeal effortlessly, even after all these years.

She had been a widow for 15 years, ever since her husband succumbed to cancer, a tragedy that seemed to deepen her allure. To Ross, her refusal to entertain other men only added to her mystique.

The general belief was that she avoided relationships out of concern for her daughters, fearing that a new man might bring trouble or even pose a risk to them.

After all, her daughters had inherited her beauty, making them equally captivating. But whatever the reason, Mrs. Lawrence’s steadfast independence only made her more desirable in Ross’s eyes.

”Hi, Mrs. Lawrence. I just came back to visit my parents and I w—” Ross began, but she quickly interrupted him.

”I know. Please, come in, Ross. I heard you’ve hit it big recently—and even helped out some of our neighbors,” Mrs. Lawrence said warmly.

A few minutes later, Ross found himself seated inside with Mrs. Lawrence and her two daughters, Aria and Hannah. The conversation flowed easily as they caught up on life.

Aria, an accountant, and Hannah, a lawyer, could have pursued lucrative careers in the big cities but had chosen to stay in Mirfield Town.

Their decision reflected their humble nature and their desire to give back to the community.

It was this noble and kindhearted spirit that Ross admired in all three women, though his feelings for Mrs. Lawrence stood above the rest.

”Well, I’m going to hit the hay early. I have an important meeting tomorrow,” Aria said with a yawn as she stretched.

”Same here. I have a hearing to attend. It was nice seeing you again, Ross,” Hannah added with a polite smile before both daughters excused themselves, leaving their mother and Ross alone.

The clock was nearing midnight, but the conversation between Ross and Mrs. Lawrence showed no signs of stopping. There was still much to talk about, and Ross was savoring every moment.

The mood was light and fun until, of course, Ross broached the topic of his visit.

”I like you, Mrs. Lawrence,” Ross finally confessed.

”I know you know that, from a long time ago.”