This afternoon, Alexander left the hospital and, on his way back to the villa, unexpectedly took a detour.The road he chose happened to pass by Phoebe's school.His car stopped outside the campus gates, parked in a discreet spot where he could clearly see the coming and going crowd.Alexander's gaze was fixed outside the window, waiting in silence.He sat there for four or five hours, from afternoon until evening, as the streetlights illuminated the surroundings. He hadn't seen the person he was hoping to catch a glimpse of, and he didn't quite know why he'd come here in the first place.He didn't want to confront the reason, nor the answer. After smoking a cigarette and scanning the crowd one last time, he finally stepped on the gas and left."Phoebe, what are you looking at?" Alva asked, noticing Phoebe's dazed expression."It's nothing," Phoebe replied, shaking her head, but her gaze lingered on the black sports car that had just disappeared down the road.The car looked familiar.
During this time, Phoebe kept getting harassed by Gavin, and today was no exception; he showed up at school in his flashy sports car to block her way again.Phoebe avoided the crowd and quickly slipped into his car. She barely caught her breath before asking, "Gavin, why are you here again?"Her real meaning was that he should stop coming."If I didn't come, how would I make you mine?" Gavin smirked, raising an eyebrow, holding out a bouquet of roses."... " Phoebe looked at the large bouquet of red roses in his hands, blushing as she hurriedly tried to decline. She hadn't expected Gavin to be serious."I can't accept this." It was her first time receiving roses, and though she felt a little excited, she didn't feel moved; she simply couldn't accept them.Suddenly, Gavin took her soft hand. Phoebe froze, trying to pull it back, but he placed the large bouquet in her hand, closing her fingers around it. He smiled, his eyes filled with mystery. "Today's Valentine's Day."Phoebe looked s
In the evening, Gavin took Phoebe to Valleybrook's most renowned restaurant. Since it was Valentine's Day, Phoebe expected the place to be packed, but as they walked in, she noticed with surprise that it was completely empty, eerily quiet.Suspiciously, she thought, Isn't this the most popular restaurant? Why is it so empty? Especially on Valentine's Day.As she was mulling over this, Gavin took her hand, making her pause and grip his fingers a bit tighter, her cheeks turning a delicate shade of pink.She wanted to pull her hand away, but with the restaurant staff watching, she felt too embarrassed to do so. She glanced up at him, his face illuminated by the crystal chandelier above. She thought, If I pull my hand away now, he might feel embarrassed."Sir, everything is ready. This way, please," a waiter approached respectfully."Mmh," Gavin nodded, leading Phoebe towards a private room.He pulled out a chair for her in a gentlemanly manner before seating himself across from her."Wha
A waiter soon entered, pushing a cart and elegantly setting their dishes on the table.The meal looked simple but was artfully presented, each dish bursting with colors and enticing aromas. Although she hadn't been hungry, Phoebe couldn't help but feel her appetite sparked by the sight.They dined in silence to the gentle strains of the background music, Phoebe keeping her head down, feeling uneasy under Gavin's intense gaze."Do you like it?" he asked suddenly."Yes... it's delicious," Phoebe replied, nervously sipping her lemonade. She'd recently developed a craving for sour flavors, and the more acidic, the better.As she glanced at him, she noticed that Gavin was drinking red wine while she had been served lemonade. This small, thoughtful gesture filled her with warmth.Alexander would never have paid such attention.But today was Valentine's Day. Was Alexander spending it with Melissa?How were they celebrating? Her heart tightened, and her eyes grew misty with bitterness."Not t
Everything that had just happened played out before Alexander's eyes, and he was filled with rage, nearly storming out to kill that man on the spot.She had actually kissed another man! A bloodthirsty glint flickered in his gaze, enraging him further.If she hadn't slapped that guy, he would have marched over and kill them both himself.He was furious. He'd thought about her all night, and she had been off with some other man, whispering sweet nothings?Damn it, was she that desperate for a man?"So, you're already cozying up to someone else?" Alexander's eyes darkened, and he felt an overwhelming urge to rip Phoebe to pieces.He hadn't kept tabs on her for a little while, and here she was, living in another man's home, skipping class... What had they been doing together? Had they... slept together?His eyes took on a deadly glint. This better not be what he suspected, or else that man would disappear without a trace."Alex... Alexander...? Is that you?" Phoebe's voice trembled as she
"You're just that cheap." His rage was uncontrollable.Every word from him was like a stab to her heart, causing a sharp ache deep within."Let go of me!" She struggled to free herself, but his grip on her shoulders only tightened, his fingers digging into her skin.Tears spilled over, unable to be contained any longer. "You can't treat me like this. Let go of me! It doesn't matter what I do with other men; it's none of your business, and I don't want to explain myself to you."His eyes narrowed, his face dangerously menacing. "Do you even know what you're saying?"She let out a small, bitter laugh. Of course she knew—and she knew the consequences of provoking him. His punishment would only become more severe...She took a deep breath, suppressing the sourness welling up inside. "We have nothing to do with each other anymore. That's what you said. Or do you plan to go back on your word?""FUCK!" He looked like he could strangle her. Did she really want to cut ties with him that badly?
He released her wrist, his arms wrapping tightly around her waist, his sharp nose lowering to touch the tip of hers.With one hand free, he traced her lips with his fingers, caressing them softly. The color was beautiful, like a flower, but how many men had stained it? He had seen it twice with his own eyes.How many more times had it happened without his knowledge?His expression darkened like a grim reaper, every bloodthirsty instinct within him flaring to life. His fingers slowly began to wander."You've gained weight," he said, his tone shifting, light but laced with a strange, unsettling edge."Please... don't do this to me." Her eyes filled with tears, her voice fragile, full of vulnerability. His sudden change in demeanor felt like the calm before the storm."Are you scared of me?"She whimpered softly. His wicked voice echoed in her ears.She wasn't just scared of him."What should I do? Your body... I've missed it so much. Even in my dreams, I'm with you in bed." His voice wa
Alexander never imagined he could become so obsessed with this body.He, who prided himself on his self-control, found himself losing it time and again in her presence.He had once thought he could discard her whenever he wanted, but he had clearly overestimated himself.He had unknowingly fallen into her spell, like a drug slowly eating away at him, addicting him to her.But how could he tolerate other men tasting the sweetness of her body?The thought of that man kissing her in the car made his teeth grind with rage. The feeling of having something he cherished stolen from him stirred every bloodthirsty instinct within.He wanted to pull out a gun and shoot that man without hesitation if only he hadn't been so distracted by the scene.If just a kiss could provoke such fury, what would it feel like if another man touched her?Had he ever done those things to her too? Just the thought of her alluring body surrendering to another man filled his eyes with bloodshot rage, his face freezi
After work, Alexander dropped Phoebe off at home before rushing off to attend a social engagement.It wasn't until midnight that he finally stumbled back, reeking of alcohol. The only light in the living room came from a single dim wall lamp. He loosened his tie, a pounding headache throbbing at his temples. He should've gone straight to bed, but instead, his feet led him—almost involuntarily—to Phoebe's door.He grasped the doorknob and gave it a gentle twist, but it didn't budge.Locked.A flicker of irritation passed through Alexander. She actually locked the door? Was she hiding from him?A cold smile tugged at his lips. He had only wanted to hold her tonight, to ease the exhaustion clinging to his bones. But her resistance only ignited his need to conquer.Inside the room, Phoebe hid under her blanket, her heart pounding wildly in her chest.After a long while, when no sound came from the other side of the door, she f
At 4:30 in the afternoon, Phoebe finally finished replying to the last email. She rubbed her aching neck, her tightly strung nerves finally relaxing—and with that, a wave of longing for her children crashed over her.She glanced at the time—Alexander's meeting wouldn't end for another two hours.She could make it.Quietly and carefully, she tidied up her desk, doing her best to leave unnoticed. As the elevator doors closed behind her, she could almost hear Alexander's icy voice ringing in her ears:"No leaving your post without my permission."Phoebe gripped the strap of her bag, her heart skipping a beat. But then she reminded herself—her work was done, and she'd be back soon. It would be fine.The sunlight spilled warmly over the kindergarten lawn. The moment Phoebe stepped through the gate, two small figures shot toward her like tiny rockets."Mommy, where have you been these past few days?"Amy blinked her
Alexander paused for a moment, as if he had already anticipated Phoebe's question. He turned to her with a look full of hidden meaning, a slow smile curling at the corners of his lips."That depends on how good your massage skills are."Phoebe quickly lowered her head, trying to hide her embarrassment behind her falling hair."I never agreed to that," she mumbled."If I don't get better, you're the one who'll suffer. Don't you think?"There was a subtle but unmistakable threat in Alexander's voice.Phoebe thought it over carefully. What he said wasn't wrong. With his personality, who knew what methods he'd come up with to torment her? She couldn't even begin to imagine what he might do if she refused him.Her eyes flicked with calculation before her face broke into a placating smile. Her voice turned cautious."How about I find you a professional therapist?"Before she could react, Alexander had already leaned in close. His lips brushed near her cheek, the distance between them so sma
The next morning, Phoebe slowly woke from her dreams, stretched lazily, and got up in high spirits to wash up. After tidying her room, she headed downstairs out of habit to prepare breakfast for Alexander. In just a few days, this had become a part of her daily routine—oddly enough, she didn't find it tedious. In fact, she felt oddly content.As soon as she descended the stairs, her eyes were drawn to a figure by the window. Alexander was seated there, absorbed in the financial section of the newspaper. Morning light spilled across his figure, outlining his graceful silhouette. Even in loose loungewear, his natural charm was unmistakable. His profile looked especially handsome under the soft sunlight.Phoebe stood frozen, momentarily captivated, until she realized her own dazed state and quickly averted her gaze, her cheeks flushing with heat.She tried to sneak past quietly, but just as she turned, their eyes met—Alexander had looked up. Phoebe froze, embarrassment surging through he
That night.Phoebe stepped out of the bathroom, her hair still dripping, a towel wrapped tightly around her.But the sight before her froze her in place.There, sprawled comfortably across her bed, lay Alexander—with only a thin cloth barely covering his lower half. The moment her eyes landed on him, her heart lurched. She jerked her face away, cheeks burning."Wh-what are you doing here?" Her voice trembled."Keeping a promise." Alexander folded his arms behind his head, tilting his chin up with a smirk.Phoebe's face flushed crimson. She knew exactly what he meant but played dumb, her voice barely a whisper. "What promise?""You forgot? You were supposed to help him relax." He emphasized the point with a deliberate roll of his hips.Her teeth clenched. "No. Absolutely not.""But don't you want him to… stand at attention?" Alexander drawled, his sly grin deepening her embarrassment.Phoebe hesitated. She did want him to recover—just not like this."There are other ways to help!" Her
Phoebe bustled around the kitchen, while Alexander stood at the doorway, arms crossed, silently watching her with unwavering focus.There was a trace of obsession in his gaze, as if time itself had frozen in that moment. Half an hour slipped by unnoticed—he remained completely absorbed in the sight of Phoebe moving about, focused and graceful.After two hours of careful cooking, a table full of aromatic, colorful dishes was finally laid out. Phoebe looked at her handiwork with a soft smile of satisfaction. She turned toward Alexander, who was sitting on the couch with his head buried in a newspaper, and called out gently, "Dinner's ready."But Alexander didn't respond. He remained motionless, still reading, as though he hadn't heard her."Dinner!" Phoebe raised her voice.Still no reaction.She tiptoed over, peeking curiously at the newspaper in his hands. The moment she caught a clear view, she froze for a second, then leaned in close to his ear and murmured teasingly, "It's upside d
A white ceiling. That was the first thing Laura saw when she opened her eyes. The harsh light made her immediately squeeze them shut again, her throat as dry as if she'd swallowed sand."Water…" she croaked, her voice barely recognizable.Someone lifted her head and pressed a glass to her lips. Laura drank greedily, only then managing to focus on the person helping her—a stranger."Thank you…" she whispered, then froze. "Who… are you?"The man's hand hesitated mid-air, water sloshing in the glass. "Laura, this isn't funny," he said, his low voice frayed with exhaustion and irritation.Laura frowned. The name sounded just as unfamiliar to her. "Laura? Is that… my name?"The man—Gavin—set the glass down and braced his hands on either side of her hospital bed, leaning in until his coffee-and-mint breath warmed her face. "Enough. I know you're angry, but faking amnesia is going too far. You've been unconscious for three days. The doctors said you could wake up anytime, and I've been here—
Laura's body trembled violently, uncontrollably. Despair clawed at her heart, so suffocating that death seemed a merciful escape. She frantically pushed against Gavin, her hands straining to shove him away—but he held her fast, his mouth sealing over her skin, rendering her struggles useless.In her panic, her fingers groped along the table beside her until they closed around a lamp. Without hesitation, she swung it toward Gavin's forehead. But before it could connect, his hand snapped up, catching her wrist with terrifying precision.A sharp twist of his arm, and the lamp clattered to the floor, the sound shattering the silence like glass.Gavin lifted his head slightly, his gaze burning into Laura's shaking form.The more she resisted, the more determined he became to force her body to accept him. This was her fault. Five years of silence, and now she dared to reappear in his world? If fate had brought them back together, he wouldn't let her slip away again. He would chain her to hi
On the other side of the room, Gavin lay on his side, his gaze fixed intently on Laura as if time had frozen. His eyes burned with a feverish intensity, scrutinizing every delicate feature of her flushed, lovely face like a spotlight.Five years had passed, and now she was breathtakingly beautiful. Unconsciously, Gavin's lips curled into a faint smile—one that had appeared countless times throughout the night without him even realizing it.His fingers traced lightly over Laura's soft lips, back and forth, a simple motion he had repeated all night, lost in an inexplicable obsession.Was this really not a dream? This Laura, who had vanished from his world for so long—he had once believed he would never see her again.Yet now, his long-dead heart pulsed with a scalding warmth, beating fiercely, alive once more.Unable to resist any longer, he leaned down slowly, carefully, as if afraid to shatter the illusion before him. Inch by inch, his lips neared hers before finally pressing down, sa