Chapter 1

The bed was comfortable. It felt much better than the shabby wooden bed in the mountain. The pillow cushioned the head snugly, and the bolster was incredibly soft.

Seriously, it was just like a woman's body…

Timothy Yeager sighed contentedly with his eyes closed and squeezed the bolster. Suddenly, his heart dropped to his stomach! Something was wrong—the sensation felt off to him.

The next moment, he heard a woman's soft moan.

Timothy's drowsy eyes snapped open, and he sat up abruptly. When he saw the scene in front of him, he froze.

On the big bed in the five-star hotel suite, a woman with a curvy figure was lying right next to him. Her body was stunningly beautiful. Her gorgeous side profile could make one wonder if she were a perfect specimen that the creator personally crafted.

She was facing away from Timothy, completely naked. Her skin was flawless and smooth.

Timothy winced as he looked at the woman in bewilderment. What was going on? How did a woman end up in his bed?

The alcohol from last night made his head throb. He massaged his temples and slapped his forehead, recalling what had happened.

He was back in Lormford City—his hometown!

The day before, he had bid farewell to his mentor, Remy Franklin, and returned alone. He had arrived in Lormford City at night and decided to book a hotel suite near the airport to spend the night, intending to go home the next day.

Timothy felt bored at night, so he went to a bar for a drink. After that, he got heavily intoxicated. The last thing he remembered was a stunningly beautiful woman coming to his booth drunkenly and toasting him.

The haze in his mind cleared instantly. He looked again at the beautiful woman lying beside him with a complicated expression.

She was the woman from last night. Timothy cursed and felt like slapping himself silly.

He had descended the mountain to get married. Remy had six candidates lined up for him, and he had to choose one of the six to be his wife.

Timothy returned with great anticipation and joy. He hadn't foreseen that something like this would happen. Of all the things he could've done, he ended up having a one-night stand with a stranger!

A thought crossed his mind, and Timothy quickly lifted the blanket and looked at the bedsheet.

On the pristinely white sheets, there was a glaring dark crimson spot. Timothy's hand froze, and his heart sank further. This was the last thing he wanted—the woman he slept with was a virgin.

Timothy felt overwhelmed and smiled bitterly. What should he do now?

While he wallowed in distress, the woman turned over. Upon getting a clear view of her face, Timothy couldn't help but hold his breath.

She was so beautiful that she could make any man submit to her!

Timothy had seen his fair share of women, but none had ever made him think they were the epitome of beauty. This woman was the first.

She frowned slightly in her sleep, seemingly having an unpleasant dream. Perhaps feeling insecure, she hugged herself. In doing so, her perfect bosom was strategically pressed together for Timothy's eyes to feast on.

He gulped hard at this breathtaking sight. The sound of his swallowing could be heard clearly in the extremely quiet room.

Mavis Jefferson stirred upon sensing the slight movements next to her. She opened her beautiful doe eyes with a hint of confusion.

The first thing she saw was the white and plain ceiling. Then, she saw a somewhat roguish yet handsome face.

Timothy and Mavis locked eyes.

The atmosphere in the room became palpable. After three seconds of silence, Timothy looked at Mavis with a lopsided grin and said, "Hey, pretty lady. You have great knockers."

"Ah!"

A loud scream disrupted the silence in the room.

Mavis sat up right away, wrapping the blanket around her. She shrank into the corner of the bed and stared at Timothy in horror. "Who are you? How did you get here?"

"I should be the one asking those questions. This is my room," Timothy shot back.

Mavis was stunned to hear that. Subsequently, a look of confusion appeared on her pretty face. She glanced around, and her face fell slightly—this wasn't her room.

Her heart sank. She wondered if she had entered the wrong room in a drunk stupor last night.

Almost instinctively, Mavis lifted the blanket and looked underneath it. When she saw that she was stark naked and noticed the trace of blood on the bedsheet, she froze.

She looked at Timothy with teary, reddened eyes. In a trembling voice, she asked, "You… Did we have sex?"

Timothy lit a cigarette and smiled. "Are you questioning my ability or your own looks? You climbed into my bed. And when a man and woman are alone in a room, on a bed… You know what happens. I wouldn't be a man if I didn't sleep with you."

With tears brimming in her eyes, Mavis threw a pillow at Timothy in despair. "You bastard! You beast!"

"Hey, why are you cursing me? You were the one who got drunk and entered the wrong room. It's not like I forced you—"

"Shut up!" Mavis' voice sharply rose by an octave.

Her tears fell, sliding down her beautiful face. She felt wronged, angry, and sad. More than anything, she regretted her impulsive actions.

She had been too obsessed with finding the genius doctor who could cure her grandfather, Arlo Jefferson, to no avail. If she hadn't been incredibly upset about her fruitless search, she wouldn't have gotten so wasted.

And if she hadn't gotten wasted, she wouldn't have been tainted by such a man.

Mavis bit her lip as her tears continued to stream down her cheeks. She was the kind of young woman who had everything—good looks and an elite family background. Everyone in Lormford City knew who she was.

Many young and talented men admired and pursued her. If they all lined up, the line would stretch for miles. Even so, she didn't fancy any of them. She was waiting for that man.

Mavis had held on to her virginity for over 20 years, but this carefree man popped her cherry so thoughtlessly. The more she thought about it, the more upset she became. Her tears just wouldn't stop.

She looked at Timothy again. Upon seeing his unshaven face and his cheap, wrinkled clothes, she fell into despair. She scolded herself for letting a lowly man like him have her first time.

Timothy exhaled a puff of smoke and said languidly, "Alright, don't be too sad. I'm set to marry someone, but I can still take responsibility for you."

"Take responsibility?" Mavis wiped her tears and said coolly, "What makes you think you can take responsibility for me? How are you capable of that?"

Timothy stared at her and said seriously, "I have money and power. I have everything you'd ever want."

"Not only are you a ruffian who dresses poorly, but you're also one who likes to talk big. You're the type of man that I hate the most!" Mavis retorted mockingly as if she'd heard the biggest joke. Her eyes were full of scorn.

"I'm serious—"

"Enough! I don't want to hear any more nonsense from you!"

Mavis took out three bundles of cash from her bag on the bedside table and threw them at Timothy coldly. "Now, we're even. Please don't bother me anymore."

Timothy looked at the three bundles of cash and grimaced. "What do you mean by this?"

"Nothing. Consider it as payment."

"Do I look like someone who would need three thousand dollars?"

Mavis glanced at the cheap clothes Timothy was wearing. "Yes."

Without another word, she got up and got dressed. After she was done, she stood by the bed and glared at Timothy silently. Her eyes were filled with hatred that was mixed with a hint of sadness.

After a while, she took a deep breath and turned toward the door without looking back.

As she reached the door, Timothy spoke up. "I can really take responsibility for last night."

Mavis paused and stood still.