Episode 4

Rachel entered the room hesitantly as the door swung open for her, while Ava waited outside in the hallway. But before Rachel went in, Ava discreetly placed a pepper spray in her hand.

"Don’t forget to use it if he tries something funny again." Ava had whispered.

Rachel took a deep breath as she look around, scanning the expansive private room decorated with lavish decorations.

There were three men in the room, along with the Mr. Handsome, They were all engrossed in a card game.

The air was thick with a mix of cigarette smoke, tea, and cologne, creating a somewhat overwhelming scent.

"What the hell! Adam's cheating again!" Shouted one of the red-haired men, slamming his cards on the table. His outburst was cut short when he caught a whiff of a woman's cologne in the air.

Seeing the men's eyes on her, , Rachel became cautious while also gripping her side of the bag tightly where the pepper spray was.

Of course, Rachel is a beautiful lady, a beauty that would made all men stopped, with high cheekbones, shiny chestnut hair, flawless skin, an attractive figure, a slim waist, and long legs that could turn heads.

Ava often teased her that shel could have any guy she wanted just with her beauty alone, but sadly, her beauty didn’t seem to impress Lucas.

At that moment, the red-haired man whistled, "What a pretty lady... Hey, Adam, is she the girl you always talk about? She fits your description perfectly."

Hearing this, Rachel raised an eyebrow, wondering about what Mr. Handsome had shared with his friends, and she noticed that the red-haired guy was quite the chatterbox.

The French man and the Black American man both turned to Adam, wanting to see how he would respond. They exchanged grins as Adam muttered something under his breath.

Still feeling anxious, Rachel tightened her grip on the side of the bag the pepper spray was, swallowing hard as she focused on the man with neatly cut black hair.

Yes, that was him.

Everyone was staring at her, but he didn’t even look her way.

Reluctantly, she made her way over to him.

He wore a blue shirt with the collar casually unbuttoned, giving off a relaxed vibe.

His forehead is smooth and rounded, his facial features are striking and sophisticated, giving him a heroic appearance. However, his expression is icy, which keeps people at a distance.

Yes, that was Adam,his expression was cold as ever, his gaze indifferent as he glanced at her, showing no surprise like the others did.

"Hey, pretty lady, do you know him?"

The red-headed guy rolled his eyes and asked with a grin, already knowing the answer.

"Yes."

Rachel nodded, her attention shifting to the man who seemed so cold, fearing he might say, "Who are you? I don’t know you."

She couldn’t understand why he was acting so distant and cold, especially since he was the one who texted her the address.

"Adam, are you listening? Don’t be too hard on this pretty lady, or I might just make my move right now," the red-headed guy said bluntly.

The other two men exchanged glances at Adam, and the French guy decided to chime in. "Come on, Adam, you're scaring the lovely lady," he said with a thick French accent.

"Fu*k you, Adam," the red-headed guy replied with a laugh as he walked over, extending his hand to Rachel.

"Hi there, pretty lady, I’m Derek. Don’t mind Adam; I’m single and looking," he said with a charming smile.

Rachel wanted to run away as she felt an overwhelming urge to flee the room. Her gaze dsrted between Derek and Adam, feeling an intense embarrassment wash over her.

Adam's cold demeanor made her feel like she had made a huge mistake coming here, the idea of coming here didn’t help at all. She was hoping the floor could open right now so she could enter.

What had she been thinking that she agreed to come here?

Noticing Rachel’s eyes was not leaving Adam and her refusal to shake his hand, Derek sighed. "What a pity."

Without warning, Derek suddenly pushed Rachel toward Adam.

Because she was not expecting the push, she lost her balance as she yelped in surprise, instinctively wrapping her arms around Adam tightly.

Adam caught her slender waist with a firm grip, his hands large enough to support her.

As a result, she couldn’t fall.

In that moment, Rachel caught a whiff of his faint scent. Strong leather scent and it was as if it was mix with tobacco. His scent was just strong and cold just like him.

"I'm sorry. I... I lost my balance..."

She clung to his neck, trying to regain her footing, and unexpectedly locked eyes with him.

Those eyes were like deep, icy wells, yet they sparkled with an unusual light.

Her waist felt constricted, and a warm breath mixed with the scent of tobacco wafted toward her.

"You want my help? Play a card game with me first," Adam said for the first time, his voice very cold.

"Huh?" Rachel's body tensed, and her lovely face flushed.

Was this man really asking her to play cards with him first before he would help her?

She felt uneasy and wanted to run, but she needed his help.

Noticing Rachel's conflicted expression, Derek couldn't help but chuckle, while the other two men struggled to contain their laughter.

Adam gestured to the seat beside him, saying, "Sit."

It was just a simple command, but it carried an authority that was hard to resist.

"I..."

"If you want my help, sit down and play. If you don’t, then leave."

His tone suddenly turned very cold.

He shifted his mood faster than flipping a page in a book.

This man was way too unpredictable. Acting like he wasn't the one that told her to come.

Rachel wanted to walk out, but how would she deal with her problems if she did?

Clenching her teeth, she gathered her courage and sat next to him, murmuring under her breath.

The three men were watching intently.

They had never seen Adam play cards with a woman before.

This was definitely unusual.

The game began, and Rachel lost the first round.

However, in the second round, she surprisingly won.

"Yes! Adam finally lost a game!" Derek shouted, and the other two men burst into laughter.

“Ahh! I'm betting my money for this pretty lady to win the next round again ….”

Adam's expression remained neutral as he said, "All of you, get out."

Derek frowned at Adam's command but didn’t argue as he left the room with the others, muttering under his breath.

Now, Rachel was alone in the room with Adam.

He picked up a cigarette, lit it, and exhaled a cloud of smoke, crossing his legs casually while casting a disinterested glance at Rachel, remaining silent.

Rachel felt a bit suffocated.

His presence was overwhelming.

After a moment, he finally spoke, "What’s wrong with your face? Did someone hit you?"

His tone dripped with sarcasm.

"Um, Mr. Adam, do you remember? You said you would help me out." Rachel avoided Adam's question, feeling anxious as she brought up something from the past.

"Remember."

Adam had recalled how soft, fragrant, and pale her skin was, which nearly made him lose his composure that night.

"My husband wants a divorce, but that..."

Adam's expression shifted, amusement flickering in his eyes as he looked at her again.

"You want me to act like your new partner, like in the movies?" He jumped to conclusions before Rachel could finish her thought.

"No, no."

Rachel quickly shook her head.

She went on to explain her situation in detail.

For some reason, after she finished, Adam's face turned icy and intimidating.

"So Lucas agreed with his mistress's mother for you to have your womb removed?"

Rachel paused for a moment before answering, "Yes."

Adam crushed his cigarette with frustration, as if releasing pent-up anger, and said, "You should go now. It's getting late."

Did that mean he was going to help her?

Rachel wanted to ask him directly, but his cold demeanor made her hesitate. She stood up and left the room, murmuring, "Thanks."

Adam watched her leave, his gaze fixed on her until she was out of sight. Once she was gone, he picked up his phone and sent a text.

"Meet me in my hotel room in twenty minutes, James.”