Dwight grabbed the blanket and pulled it over his handsome face, not saying a word. He wasn't in the mood to talk.The first time he did something bad, and she caught him. His luck was unbelievable.Halsey reached out and pulled the blanket off his face. "Dwight, talk to me. Why are you watching this?"Now, Dwight lay flat on the bed, one long leg hanging off the edge. His posture was relaxed, but there was an untamed, wild energy about him—reckless, carefree.Halsey snatched the blanket off his face, her soft body pressing into him, her weight on top of him.Dwight, feeling resigned, let go of any pretense. "So what if I watched it?""You…" Halsey was left speechless by his shamelessness.Dwight looked at her small, oval face. "You can leave now.""I'm not leaving.""Then what do you want?""I want to watch too!"Dwight narrowed his eyes and reached for the phone, trying to stop her from seeing it.But Halsey had already clicked on the video. She was curious, after all—she
On the other side, Stanley pulled Wendy out of the bar, his long strides quick and confident. Wendy could barely keep up, stumbling behind him.Wendy frowned. "Stanley, let go of me!"Stanley opened the door of his luxury car and shoved her into the passenger seat before he slid into the driver's seat.The Rolls-Royce Phantom sped down the road, the city's neon lights casting a glow on the sleek car. Wendy raised an eyebrow. "Did you finish dinner already? Was the lady's dance not enough to keep you around?"Stanley's sudden appearance at the bar had caught Wendy off guard, especially since she had just seen him watching a group of beautiful dancers moments ago.His hand, adorned with an expensive watch, rested on the steering wheel. The city's lights reflected off his sharp, handsome face, making him look both refined and striking. "You saw me?" he asked, his voice smooth.Wendy nodded. "Yeah. Your charm seems endless. Everywhere, there's someone falling for you."Stanley's
Stanley scanned the room. "This place must have cost quite a bit to decorate, huh?"Wendy shrugged. "So what?""Did Samuel pay for all of this?""Yeah, he paid for everything. He bought the luxury car, the mansion—everything. I just brought my stuff and moved in."Stanley pressed his lips together in thought. Then, his eyes landed on something on the coffee table."What's this?" Stanley moved toward the table.Wendy looked up, her clear eyes suddenly narrowing in shock. On the coffee table was a pregnancy test.Wendy reached out to grab it, but Stanley was faster. He snatched up the test before she could.He glanced at the test, then at her. "Why did you buy a pregnancy test?"Wendy quickly scanned it. Thankfully, it was a new one, and there were no two red lines—thankfully, it didn't reveal that she was pregnant.Since Stanley didn't want kids and had no plans of being a father, she hadn't planned on telling him.Wendy wasn't sure what his reaction would be. If he knew she w
One day, Wendy discovered that her husband Stanley was having an affair.He had been seeing a college student.It was Stanley's birthday. Wendy had prepared a table full of dishes early in the day. Just then, she heard a notification from his phone.Ding!He had left his phone at home. Wendy switched it on and saw a text from the college student.[I hurt myself when I was carrying the cake. It hurts so much.]Attached was a selfie—not of the sender's face, but of her legs. The girl in the photo wore pulled-up white socks, black leather shoes, and a blue-and-white skirt that had been pushed up to reveal her long, slender legs. Her pale knees were visibly reddened from the bump. The youthful, vibrant image of her body paired with coquettish words exuded a forbidden allure.People often say successful businessmen like Stanley favored this type of woman when choosing mistresses.Wendy clutched the phone tightly, her fingers turning white from the pressure.Ding!Another text ca
Wendy was also staring at him. Her tone was light but firm as she repeated, "Let's get a divorce, Stanley. Do you like your birthday gift?"Stanley didn't bat an eyelid. "You're asking for a divorce just because I didn't celebrate my birthday with you?""Jessica has returned, hasn't she?" At the mention of Jessica, Stanley's thin lips curled into a faint, mocking smile. He took a step forward, closing the distance between them. "Are you bothered by Jessica?"Stanley, known as the youngest business prodigy alive, exuded an aura of power, wealth, and status. As he approached, Wendy instinctively stepped back, her slender back pressing against the cold wall.Her vision went dark as Stanley leaned in. He propped one hand against the wall beside her, trapping her between his firm chest and the wall.Looking down at her with his deep, striking eyes, Stanley sneered."Everyone in Hovendale knows Jessica was the one I intended to marry. Weren't you aware when you schemed to replace her
Stanley's thin lips curved into a frosty arc. "Wendy, get back here immediately!"Wendy chuckled. "You expect me to come back just because you said so? We're divorced, Stanley. I'm not going to continue indulging you!"Stanley clenched his jaw. "I'll give you a chance to rewrite the reason for divorce!"Wendy's tone grew more playful. "Did I write anything wrong? Stanley, it's been six months since you woke up, hasn't it? Yet, in these six months, you haven't even held my hand. You were in a coma for three years, and although you're physically healthy now, I have legitimate reasons to believe you've developed functional problems. You're not potent anymore! Better hurry to find an experienced naturopath. As our parting gift, I wish you an early recovery of your manhood!"Stanley was rendered speechless. The veins on his forehead were visibly twitching.This woman was out of control."Wendy, I'll make you regret this! You'll know what I'm capable of sooner or later!""Sorry, but
Wendy arrived.After finishing their shopping spree at the mall, Cecelia brought Wendy directly to 1996 Bar. Tonight, she was determined to throw a celebration party for Wendy.Wendy hadn't expected to run into Stanley and his friends here, but she could hear their mocking remarks.She recognized Benny and the others in the luxury booth. They were part of Stanley's circle, and Benny was Stanley's close friend. Back when Stanley had a whirlwind romance with Jessica, they were all fans of Jessica, with Benny even regarding her as Stanley's future wife.Over the past three years, Wendy had never truly integrated into their group. None of them ever accepted her.The labels they plastered on her were always the same: desperate substitute bride, ugly duckling, country bumpkin, and the like.When a man didn't love you, his friends wouldn't respect you either.Cecelia, already fuming, rolled up her sleeves, ready to confront them. "I'm going to tear their mouths apart!"Wendy quickly h
Wendy furrowed her brows. "What did I do?"Stanley clenched his jaw. "Who told you to dress like this?"'What? Like this?' she wondered. "What do you mean, Stanley?!"Stanley glanced at her ultra-short skirt. "Your thighs are almost exposed. Do you really want people to see your legs like this?"Wendy's skirt was a bit short, but it was Cecelia's choice.Cecelia's exact words were, "My dearest Wendy doesn't show her legs, but look at how Jessica flaunts hers. Tonight, let everyone see who has the best legs in Hovendale."Wendy raised her finely arched eyebrows. "Looks like Mr. Hawk noticed my legs."Stanley paused.Wendy leaned back against the wall, appearing languid and graceful. She slowly lifted her right leg, her crystal-high heel brushing against his ankle.Stanley had on black trousers, showcasing his long, muscular legs, exuding an aura of coldness and restraint.Wendy's pale foot gently grazed up his ankle, moving provocatively along his calf. It was an act of seduct
Stanley scanned the room. "This place must have cost quite a bit to decorate, huh?"Wendy shrugged. "So what?""Did Samuel pay for all of this?""Yeah, he paid for everything. He bought the luxury car, the mansion—everything. I just brought my stuff and moved in."Stanley pressed his lips together in thought. Then, his eyes landed on something on the coffee table."What's this?" Stanley moved toward the table.Wendy looked up, her clear eyes suddenly narrowing in shock. On the coffee table was a pregnancy test.Wendy reached out to grab it, but Stanley was faster. He snatched up the test before she could.He glanced at the test, then at her. "Why did you buy a pregnancy test?"Wendy quickly scanned it. Thankfully, it was a new one, and there were no two red lines—thankfully, it didn't reveal that she was pregnant.Since Stanley didn't want kids and had no plans of being a father, she hadn't planned on telling him.Wendy wasn't sure what his reaction would be. If he knew she w
On the other side, Stanley pulled Wendy out of the bar, his long strides quick and confident. Wendy could barely keep up, stumbling behind him.Wendy frowned. "Stanley, let go of me!"Stanley opened the door of his luxury car and shoved her into the passenger seat before he slid into the driver's seat.The Rolls-Royce Phantom sped down the road, the city's neon lights casting a glow on the sleek car. Wendy raised an eyebrow. "Did you finish dinner already? Was the lady's dance not enough to keep you around?"Stanley's sudden appearance at the bar had caught Wendy off guard, especially since she had just seen him watching a group of beautiful dancers moments ago.His hand, adorned with an expensive watch, rested on the steering wheel. The city's lights reflected off his sharp, handsome face, making him look both refined and striking. "You saw me?" he asked, his voice smooth.Wendy nodded. "Yeah. Your charm seems endless. Everywhere, there's someone falling for you."Stanley's
Dwight grabbed the blanket and pulled it over his handsome face, not saying a word. He wasn't in the mood to talk.The first time he did something bad, and she caught him. His luck was unbelievable.Halsey reached out and pulled the blanket off his face. "Dwight, talk to me. Why are you watching this?"Now, Dwight lay flat on the bed, one long leg hanging off the edge. His posture was relaxed, but there was an untamed, wild energy about him—reckless, carefree.Halsey snatched the blanket off his face, her soft body pressing into him, her weight on top of him.Dwight, feeling resigned, let go of any pretense. "So what if I watched it?""You…" Halsey was left speechless by his shamelessness.Dwight looked at her small, oval face. "You can leave now.""I'm not leaving.""Then what do you want?""I want to watch too!"Dwight narrowed his eyes and reached for the phone, trying to stop her from seeing it.But Halsey had already clicked on the video. She was curious, after all—she
It was porn.The moment the audio filled the room, Dwight immediately realized what was going on and quickly shut it off.He sent two words to Warren. [Wanna die?]Warren laughed. [You have a girlfriend now. You should start learning. It's time to widen your horizons.]Dwight quickly replied, [Shut up!]Warren didn't dare to send another message.Dwight returned to studying Phantom's files. Before he knew it, half an hour had passed. He was lying on the bed, his arm resting behind his head. His mind was in a chaotic swirl, and it was unclear what he was thinking about.His mind had always been calm before.But after meeting Halsey, things started to feel a little off.Somehow, Dwight found himself reaching for his phone again and clicking on the video.In the room next door, Halsey and Madeline had already settled into bed, chatting.Halsey asked, "How's your mom's health been lately?"Madeline nodded. "She's much better. After the last time she went to the hospital and got
And on top of that, Halsey had taken off her outer clothes.Halsey let out a soft gasp. "Ah—mmm!"She was about to cry out again, but Dwight quickly covered her mouth with his hand, silencing her."Don't make a sound," he whispered urgently. "My mom and my sister are in the house. Do you want them to see us like this?"Halsey blinked, her wide eyes filled with surprise as she looked at him. She pulled his hand away. "I won't make a sound. Just put me down."Dwight released his hold, and Halsey carefully climbed off him.However, as she moved, her hand brushed against something. It wasn't the first time she had touched it, but this time, curiosity got the better of her, and she reached out. "What's this?""Halsey, don't touch that!" Dwight tried to stop her hand from reaching any further.Yet, Halsey was too quick. He couldn't stop her in time.Dwight's body stiffened. A flush of desire spread across his face, creeping up from the corners of his eyes.Halsey quickly realized wh
Halsey stared out the window at the pouring rain. How was she supposed to get back to school in this weather?Madeline spoke up. "Halsey, it's too dangerous to go back in this rain. Why don't you stay here tonight?"Tina nodded in agreement. "Yeah, Halsey, stay here. You can sleep in Maddy's room."Tina liked Halsey a lot, but she was also very clear about boundaries. She wouldn't allow Halsey to sleep in the same room as Dwight.Halsey smiled and nodded. "Alright. Looks like I'm staying with you tonight, Maddy."Madeline happily linked arms with Halsey. "Come on! I'll show you to my room."Once inside Madeline's room, Madeline pulled out a new nightgown. "This is new. You can wear it."Halsey took it in her hands. "Thanks.""Go take a shower first," Madeline suggested.There were three rooms in the house, none of them very big—Tina had one, Dwight had one, and Madeline had the other. The bathroom was shared.Halsey held the nightgown in front of her as she headed toward the d
Warren had come looking for Dwight, but he wasn't expecting to find him with Halsey. When he saw her, his eyes went wide in surprise.Halsey quickly pulled away from Dwight, feeling a bit embarrassed. She smiled at Warren and introduced herself. "Hi, I'm Halsey."Warren grinned. "Hi, nice to meet you. I'm Warren. Dwight, you got a girlfriend?"Dwight shook his head. "She's not my girlfriend.""I am!" Halsey said, smiling brightly.Dwight gave her a look of disbelief. Warren laughed. "Dwight, I thought you were going to die a lonely man. You never showed any interest in girls before, but now I get it. It's not that you weren't interested, just that you had high standards and hadn't found someone you liked. Halsey here—she's way out of the league of the girls who used to chase you around!"Dwight set the spatula down and looked at Warren. "Let's talk outside."They stepped out into the yard, and Dwight said, "Alright, enough with the small talk. What did you come here for?"Warr
Dwight didn't respond. Halsey watched him, noticing how his freshly washed, short hair was still damp, his black T-shirt and pants giving him a more youthful, handsome vibe.He was an excellent cook, his skills honed from a young age. A man who could cook was undeniably more attractive.The more Halsey looked at him, the more she found herself drawn to him. "Dwight, why aren't you talking to me? If you keep ignoring me, I might just have to tickle you."Without warning, she reached out and tickled him.Her soft little hands landed on his toned waist, sending a tingly sensation through him. Dwight quickly caught both of her flailing wrists with one hand and pushed her firmly against the wall. "What are you doing? Stop it."Halsey struggled, trying to pull her hands free. "Why are you being so mean?"Dwight didn't let go.Halsey stood on her tiptoes and quickly kissed him on the lips.Dwight froze for a moment.Seeing that he didn't resist, Halsey grew bolder and leaned in ag
Halsey greeted them, "Mrs. Garner, Maddy, hello."Tina was visibly happy. "Dwight, you should have told us Halsey was coming. We could have prepared a few more dishes."Dwight was about to say that Halsey wasn't eating here, but she cut in before he could. "Mrs. Garner, I'm not picky. As long as there's enough food, I'm fine."Tina smiled, "Well, we definitely have plenty."Everyone laughed, their mood light and cheerful.Dwight stated, "I'm going to take a shower."He went back to his room, turning on the shower and letting the cold water pour over him. The aphrodisiac Penny had prepared for him was potent. Dwight had been around long enough to recognize these kinds of tricks, but still, as a man, the effect of the drug was something he couldn't easily shake off. The cold water hit his solid muscles, splashing off him. He closed his eyes, trying to focus.Suddenly, the door opened, and Halsey's soft voice rang out. "Dwight."He didn't look up. "Yeah?""Mrs. Garner asked me