"Let go!" Calla used all her strength but couldn't break free. Mercer's large hand only tightened its grip, trapping her waist against his body. Her body was pressed against his, unable to move."Mercer, what do you want?" After struggling for a bit, Calla was out of breath, and her arms were numb."To kiss you!" Those were the first words he uttered since entering the room. He then lowered his head to seal Calla's lips with his. She swallowed her protests and discontent.His kiss came forcefully. Calla couldn't fend him off, but was also powerless to stop his advance. She tried to push him away, but it was futile. In the end, she could only passively accept it.When Calla felt she was about to suffocate, he finally released her.She took a breath of fresh air. Feeling nearly smothered, she could only temporarily lean against his chest. His hand still refused to release her waist."There's nothing between you and Pierre. Why didn't you explain it to me?" His low voice reached h
A scream then echoed through the room.Mercer grabbed Calla's waist and suddenly lifted her high. His grip was so strong that her delicate dress was torn.His eyes were terrifying, like a wolf fixated on its prey. He roared, "Calla, you brought this on yourself!"With that, he threw her down on the soft bed.It was the first time she saw such a frightening look in his eyes. Calla, who was usually stubborn and unyielding, instinctively inched backward.The evening dress was already off-shoulder, and after the struggle, it was in tatters. Calla reached up and tried to pull up the dress that had slipped down to reveal too much. But it was now nothing more than rags.Mercer threw off his jacket and then his shirt.His intentions were clear. As Calla backed away again, her back hit the headboard!"You... Don't do this, please. Or else I'll report—" Before she could finish her sentence, Mercer interrupted her. "Call the police? Go ahead!""You…" Calla could tell he was really fu
"No... no need. It's the beginning of the month, and there are many reports to finalize. See you in the afternoon," Calla hurriedly said, then hung up.After dropping her phone, Calla glanced around her small room.The bed was in a mess, and clothes were thrown on the floor, completely ruined. There was a lingering masculine scent in the air.Calla quickly looked around her room and saw that he was gone. She finally let out a sigh of relief.She struggled to get up and found that her lower body hurt. In fact, her whole body ached. Looking down, her face instantly turned red. Her neck and chest were covered in purple love bites.Calla cursed Mercer in her heart again. How was she supposed to go out looking like this?Annoyed, Calla wrapped herself in a towel and went into the bathroom. She turned on the shower and stayed under the running water for half an hour.Fortunately, the hot shower made her body feel much better. Sitting on the edge of the bed, she dried her hair with a t
Hearing this, Mercer's face hardened. He warned, "You didn't know Calla was mine before this. Now that you do, I hope you stay away from her in the future!"Mercer's final words were uttered through gritted teeth, showing how much he cared about Calla.Pierre hesitated for a moment, then smiled. "Aren't you divorced? Seems like you can't let her go. No wonder you haven't married Sophie yet. So this is the reason.""You're talking too much today," Mercer said, his face turning grim."Alright, alright, I'll stop." Pierre quickly waved his hand.Mercer's expression was solemn when he said, "I know what you're up to. Your relationship with Wanda is on and off. If you need someone to fill your emotional void, that's none of my business. But that person cannot be Calla!" Hearing this, Pierre rubbed his nose. Then, he said somewhat flippantly, "Don't worry. I won't take what you don't want.""That's better." With Pierre's assurance, Mercer's face relaxed a little."I'll go now. I hav
In the afternoon, Calla sat in her chair and started working right away. During this time, she called Faith into her office."Ms. Sherman, what do you need?" Faith knocked on the door and sauntered in, swaying her hips. She was always like this, acting high and mighty in the company. Calla learned she had connections, but she hadn't figured out who she exactly was tied to. As long as Faith wasn't too out of line and completed her work properly, Calla wouldn't cause her trouble—even though she didn't like Faith's attitude."Have you finished last month's report?" Calla asked."Not yet," Faith answered.Hearing this, Calla frowned. "Didn't I tell you yesterday that we need to close the accounts today? I did ask you to hurry up with it."Faith replied confidently, "Ms. Sherman, you didn't come to work this morning. I thought the report wasn't important anymore."Hearing this, Calla was so angry she was speechless.Faith's point was clear: the responsibility was Calla's. She empha
"You're having quite a few drinks tonight. Is there a reason to celebrate?" Pierre glanced at Mercer beside him.Mercer shot Pierre a look and smirked. "Are you in a bad mood?""Neither good nor bad," Pierre said, downing his drink.After a while, Mercer broke the silence. "I'm going on a business trip in a few days. I was hoping you could keep an eye on Casper for me. Simon is coming with me. Besides you, no one in Riverford knows about Casper. I don't want anyone else to find out."Hearing this, Pierre patted Mercer's shoulder. "Don't worry. I'll check on Casper every day while you're away.""I've given your phone number to Hazel. She'll contact you if anything happens," Mercer said."By the way, where are you going on this trip? How long will you be gone?" Pierre suddenly asked."Thaylen. I'll be there for about a week," Mercer replied."Don't worry. I'll take care of Casper and Hazel," Pierre said, patting his chest.Mercer rolled his eyes at Pierre and teased, "Hazel is i
Damn it! Calla was only wearing a thin nightgown, without any underwear underneath. So she could only cross her arms over her chest. Unpleasant memories from last time flooded Calla's mind, instantly tensing her up. She was sure Mercer's visit tonight meant nothing good.At this moment, Calla made up her mind. If he dared to mess around again, she would fight him to the bitter end."I don't want anything. I'm going on a business trip early tomorrow morning, so I'm here to see you," Mercer said, his deep gaze fixed on Calla."See me? Is this how you go about it? We have nothing to do with each other now. You should knock first, and only enter with my permission, understand?" Calla shouted at him."Would you have let me in if I knocked? I didn't want to disturb your neighbors because even if I knocked the door down, you wouldn't open it." Mercer stared at Calla with a serious expression.Hearing his words, Calla was furious. She looked around, then turned and walked into the kitch
This time, Calla could not let Mercer pull the same trick on her again.So, in the next moment, she pushed Mercer's hand away and sprang to her feet. Her tone brimmed with self-righteousness as she said, "Mercer, we're strangers now. Please leave!"Mercer's eyes locked onto Calla. This time, there was no anger or annoyance in his gaze, but rather an indescribable deep affection.This look made Calla's heart tremble. She then turned her face away, refusing to look at him any longer.The next moment, Mercer withdrew his gaze. "It's getting late. You should get some rest."With that, he turned and walked toward the door.As soon as Mercer opened the door, Calla called out, "Wait!"Hearing this, Mercer paused and looked back. He saw Calla quickly walk into the bedroom.A moment later, Calla returned holding something in her hand. She walked up to Mercer and extended her hand. "You left this at my place last time!"Mercer looked down and saw the brooch with the lustrous pearl lying