The Silent Pact of Love with a Billionaire-Chapter 6

Hotel Lobby

Secretary Mark found himself in a standoff with the front desk receptionist over an accommodation issue.

"Haven't you completed the check-in process?"

A deep and chilling voice sounded behind him.

Mark turned around to see the CEO standing there.

Especially when he saw Dylan R. Wilson's face, as cold as winter, he preemptively explained, "Mr. Wilson, the suite you usually stay in... it has been booked by someone else tonight."

Dylan R. Wilson had a not-so-good habit. Every time he visited a city, he would confirm a fixed hotel and room, and he would pre-book it before his next visit. If he had to change rooms, it would keep him up all night.

Mark regretted his carelessness and cautiously looked at Dylan R. Wilson.

Although the CEO looked refined, it didn't mean he was necessarily easy to get along with.

Just like now, he silently stared at Mark, not saying a word, yet creating a palpable sense of pressure.

"Mr. Wilson..."

Before Mark could apologize for his negligence, Dylan R. Wilson had already walked to the front desk.

On the marble counter, a gold card appeared.

"Arrange a top-sea-view suite for the guest in that room. Also, charge all his expenses tonight to my account."

The man who had a gloomy expression just a moment ago now exuded an air of nobility and calm.

Standing there in his black suit and white shirt, clean and sharp, without any unnecessary embellishments, he was more dazzling than a crystal chandelier. His generous gesture also drew the attention of other female guests who couldn't take their eyes off him.

"I'll be back to the room in ten minutes." Dylan R. Wilson pushed the gold card forward with his slender fingers.

The receptionist's attitude did a complete 180-degree turn.

"Of course, sir. Please wait a moment, and I'll promptly resolve the room change issue for you."

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Scarlett White came out of the hotel, and with the night breeze blowing, her somewhat hazy mind started to clear up. The night was dark, and she couldn't find Ye and Huan's car for a moment.

"Miss, wait!"

Scarlett White turned around to see a middle-aged man in a suit with a protruding belly running towards her.

"Miss, is this yours?" The man, sweating profusely, handed her a crystal hair clip.

Although Scarlett White had had a few drinks, she wasn't so drunk that she couldn't recognize her own belongings.

She shook her head, "You've got it wrong. It's not mine." She then rubbed her throbbing forehead and asked the man, "Do you know where the parking lot is?"

"Oh, I'm familiar with that. Follow me!"

Grateful, Scarlett White nodded, "Thank you."

"No problem, come, I'll take you there."

After walking for a while, Scarlett White sensed that something was wrong and refused to go any further, "Did you take the wrong way?"

"How could that be? The parking lot is right there."

Scarlett White wanted to turn back, but suddenly felt dizzy and lost consciousness.

A long black car approached slowly and stopped. The man in his fifties in the back seat, rough-looking with a cigar between his fingers, squinted as he looked at Scarlett White, "Is it her?"

"Yes, I saw Mr. Wilson come out with an unpleasant expression after her."

The man nodded in satisfaction.

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When Scarlett White woke up, she only had one feeling—discomfort. She felt like she was in a world of ice and fire, extremely parched and uncomfortable.

Her head throbbed, and the surroundings seemed hazy, making it hard to see clearly.

There seemed to be a rushing water sound by her ears. Scarlett White turned over and found herself on the carpet.

She wanted water and noticed the half-frosted glass door with light behind it. The water sound was coming from the bathroom—that was where she could find water.

As she touched the doorknob, the door opened before her. A wave of steam, carrying the scent of shower gel, rushed out.

She had been too hasty, and before she could stop, she stumbled into someone and fell into his arms.

Her waist was held by a strong force.

Scarlett White first saw the bath towel around his waist, then the flat and well-defined abs, and further up, the strong and rigid chest. Slowly tilting her head, her blurry gaze focused on the man's face.

Black, wet hair, transparent water droplets dripping from the tips, flowing down his prominent nose, thin lips, and a gracefully sculpted chin, heading towards the protruding Adam's apple. Scarlett White stared at him in a daze, and the face in front of her slowly merged with the memory of that cold and indifferent handsome face...

Dylan R. Wilson looked at the semi-conscious Scarlett White, subconsciously embracing her waist, then furrowed his brows.

When did a person appear in his room? And a disheveled woman at that!

He was about to push away the woman who seemed to have collapsed on him and call Mark to inquire about the situation when a unique fragrance belonging to a woman enveloped him. He paused, and the woman in his arms had already encircled his neck, softly calling him, "Hubby..."

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"Hubby..."

Dylan R. Wilson frowned as Scarlett White affectionately called him "Hubby" over and over, leaving him inexplicably unsettled.

Scarlett White embraced his neck, finding a sense of security, slowly closing her eyes, and her body relaxing.

"Ding dong!"

The sudden doorbell interrupted Dylan R. Wilson's wandering thoughts.

He forcibly pushed Scarlett White away and went to open the door.

"Sir, alone?" Outside stood a flamboyantly dressed young lady.

In the face of her seduction, his sharply defined handsome face remained unimpressed from start to finish.

"No special services are needed here."

Before the lady could react, the door had already closed firmly.

...

Dylan R. Wilson locked the door. As he turned around, someone had already thrown herself into his arms. Instinctively, his hands rested on her waist, and they both swayed.

Only then did he remember there was another woman in the room he needed to send away.

But before he could ask her to leave, a pair of small hands firmly encircled his neck, and a woman's voice full of grievance reached his ears, "Is there another woman looking for you? You're going to leave me again, aren't you?"

"No, it's just room service." The words slipped out, and Dylan R. Wilson was momentarily surprised at himself.

Moreover... it was the first time someone had dared to cling to him so unabashedly, like a koala.

Scarlett White held onto him. "You're not leaving tonight?"

Dylan R. Wilson tried to push her hands away but stopped halfway.

"Neil... I feel so uncomfortable and tired. I don't know if I ate something bad."

The name she uttered made Dylan R. Wilson furrow his brow. His hand rested on her shoulder. "You're drunk. I'll call someone to come pick you up."

As he forcefully pushed her away, Dylan R. Wilson turned to the bedside to pick up the phone. Just as he dialed his secretary Mark's number to tell him the room number, a pair of small hands appeared around his waist. She had already pressed against his back, holding him tightly. On the wall, two shadows intertwined.

Dylan R. Wilson's eyes darkened, and his throat moved. Suddenly, he felt tense because he realized she wasn't wearing...

"Do you despise me so much? Five years, you'd rather find other women than touch me."

Scarlett White only found relief from the fiery discomfort when she held him. The inner screams made her body feel even emptier. She hugged him tighter, one hand stroking his shoulders, and the other uncontrollably moving toward the towel around the man's waist.

Dylan R. Wilson abruptly stopped her wandering hand, his voice cold. "Have you had enough?"

He wanted to shake her off, but she clung to him like a vine. Instead of getting rid of her, he ended up falling together with her!

The two fell heavily onto the soft bed. Dylan R. Wilson frowned, attempting to get up, but halfway through, he froze.

Inside the hotel suite, dimly lit, the woman beneath him suddenly tilted her head, kissed his thin lips, and with one hand holding onto his shoulder, the other wandered downward, stroking and rubbing. Before she went too far, Dylan R. Wilson seized her wrist. "Enough."