As they spoke, Lionel had already carried Chloe into the bathroom, placing her in the water with her clothes still on.Chloe had been feeling sticky and uncomfortable for a while, and now the warm water soothing her injured body made her feel much better.But suddenly, a large hand reached over and began undoing the buttons on her shirt...Chloe immediately grabbed his hand and glared at Lionel. "What are you doing?""Taking off your clothes.""Why are you... taking off my clothes?!""To wash you," Lionel replied with a wicked grin. "How can I clean you properly if you're still dressed?"He had to be out of his mind! He'd always looked down on her, treating her with disdain and refusing to touch her. But now, it seemed like today, no matter if she was rotten meat or cheap, he was determined to have her.Chloe was furious. "Get away from me!""If you don't shut up, I'll kiss you," Lionel threatened, continuing to undo her buttons."You—" Chloe tried to speak again, but true to his word
In the spacious and brightly lit office, a man in a tailored suit sat in a leather swivel chair, his gaze distant and unfocused.Bang!The door burst open.A woman with shoulder-length hair sashayed toward the man. Her tight gold mini dress, too narrow for comfort, perfectly outlined her curves. Her long legs, smooth like white jade, made her appear even taller. Her pale, delicate face, lightly made up, was stunningly beautiful.The man's gaze returned to her, landing on her face, and he couldn't help but call out, "Chloe..."A triumphant smile spread across the woman's gorgeous face.Wearing 13-centimeter heels, she seductively flipped her hair and shyly whispered, "Amos..."Her voice was a mix of softness and allure—three parts demure, seven parts provocative.Her tone sent a shiver down the man's spine, snapping him out of his trance. The tenderness in his eyes vanished, quickly replaced by a layer of frost.His sharp gaze scanned the woman. 13-centimeter heels? A tight, short dres
At the William Estate.Sitting on the swing, Chloe regretted just one thing: she never should have provoked Lionel!That night, she had told him they had nothing to do with each other, and since then, Lionel had gone mad! He not only moved her into his master bedroom, but he also held her captive in his arms.During the day, if he was home for meals, she had to accompany him. To make matters worse, Lionel, who previously never ate lunch at home, suddenly decided he needed to—forcing her to not only share his bed but also every meal.Chloe knew Lionel was asserting his dominance, retaliating for angering him. She had tried to resist, but Lionel was more overbearing than she imagined. Whenever she dared to say "no," he either silenced her with a kiss or scooped her up in his arms, making her uncomfortable no matter who was watching.From afar, she saw Lionel returning. As soon as he turned his head, she quickly looked away, pretending not to notice.Not five minutes passed before a serv
Two days later.In the evening, Chloe was once again summoned back to the bedroom by the servant.Lionel tossed her an elegant-looking box and said, "Try it on. If it doesn't fit, there's still time to alter it."Chloe frowned in disdain. More clothes? Lionel must be out of his mind. Just a few days ago, he had brought her an entire wardrobe full of clothes, filling every inch of the closet. And now, this again? He might not be tired of it, but she certainly was.She turned away, not wanting to engage with him.Lionel grabbed her arm. "Do you need me to help you change?" he asked, his tone cold.Chloe shot him a frosty glare. Fine, if he was going crazy, she'd just have to go along with it!Shaking off his hand, she took the box and walked into the dressing room.Inside was a white evening gown.The craftsmanship and fabric were exceptional, silky and smooth to the touch. The design around the chest and waist was especially eye-catching, with embedded diamonds sparkling in the light.
Chloe stood in front of the mirror, her eyes cast downward, revealing only her long, delicate lashes. Her jade-like face had a hint of alluring pink, and her rounded, upturned nose was a striking perfection. Her lips, though devoid of any lipstick, were still irresistibly rosy and moist.Suddenly, she glanced at the clock on the wall; it was the umpteenth time she had checked the time. The hands pointed to 9 PM. She curved her lips into a radiant smile at her reflection, looking as breathtaking as a goddess fallen to earth.Today was Valentine's Day, and like other couples, Chloe was also preparing to spend a romantic evening with her boyfriend, Amos.Thinking of Amos's warm and handsome face, Chloe couldn't help but smile, despite pressing her lips together.She checked the time again—9:05 PM. Chloe's delicate brows furrowed slightly.They had agreed yesterday, when they parted, to have dinner together tonight and plan the rest of the evening. However, Amos later sent a message sayin
Not far away, she saw the woman's black lace underwear intertwined suggestively with a pair of bright red boxers.She wouldn't be naïve enough to think this was some kind of strip show between a man and a woman.The clothes were strewn about so chaotically and intimately that just looking at them made her blush, further fueling her imagination of the intense passion that had erupted here.The sounds coming from inside the room were clear, as if to confirm her worst fears. Each moan, louder than the last, made it impossible for her to pretend she didn't understand."Amos, Amos... ah..." The woman's voice, laced with desire, called out sweetly.The response was a series of deep, heavy breaths.Chloe's face turned deathly pale. She bit her lip hard, her vision blurring as her trembling hands gripped the phone tightly.How absurd. She had been waiting for him since 5 PM, anxious and restless, not even drinking a sip of tea just to be ready for him.She struggled to move her feet forward,
A week laterBlues Bar, located on a somewhat secluded street, hadn't always done well in business, but ever since Chloe started working there, the place had become more popular by the day.Her music was like a spell, capable of calming people's anger, bringing them joy, and making them feel completely at ease.For an entire week, Chloe had been missing. The bar owner, Mag, had tried calling her so many times that her phone was nearly dead, but she still couldn't reach her.Customers were growing more restless, almost to the point of tearing the bar apart.Tonight, the bar was packed again, and with only five minutes left until showtime, there was still no sign of Chloe. Mag was starting to sweat with worry.Standing on her toes, Mag anxiously scanned the bar, and finally, she saw a figure dressed in white appear around the corner. She couldn't contain her excitement and shouted, "She's here! Chloe's here!"Instantly, the bar fell silent. As Chloe stepped inside, hundreds of pairs of
Later.When Chloe opened the door, she felt utterly exhausted, wanting nothing more than a bath and some rest. To her shock, she found herself face-to-face with a heavily made-up face on the sofa.The sight stunned her so much that she nearly dropped her bag.It was the first time she'd seen her since that day. Just the sight of that face made Chloe recall the image of them entwined together, and instinctively, she wanted to avoid it.Flora was quicker, grabbing her hand. "Chloe! Stop!"Chloe stared blankly at the face in front of her."Let go!" She didn't want to get entangled with her. She didn't hate her sister; she only hated herself for believing a man's sweet lies.Chloe felt none of the heartache she expected. Flora, red with anger, shouted, "Chloe, you heartless monster! I slept with your man! I was FUCKED your man! Are you blind or deaf?"How could she not feel pain? She had slept with her man just to make her suffer—to suffer so much that she couldn't breathe, so much that s