Flora was pressed down on the seat by someone, shouting angrily, "Who are you? Why are you kidnapping me?! Hey!"
The men seemed oblivious to her shouts and ignored her completely. Their mission was simply to apprehend her, so they had no intention of engaging in conversation.
After shouting for a while and realizing they would not pay any attention to her, Flora turned her gaze toward the window. Outside the window, the passing scenery was unfamiliar to her, and they seemed to be getting further and further away from familiar territory. Fear began to well up inside her. They hadn't said a word, and she wondered where they were taking her.
The car veered onto a winding mountain road, with a vast expanse of ocean to the right. Despite the magnificent view, Flora had no interest in admiring it. Her mind was consumed by worry about what was to become of her.
After almost an hour of driving, the car finally slowed down and entered a large mansion. By this time, the sky had started to darken. Flora looked at the somewhat retro mansion and couldn't help but ask again, "Why have you brought me here?"
The men still didn't answer her. One of them opened the car door, forcefully pulled her out, and escorted her into the house.
Flora stumbled a few times under their forceful push and glared at them, annoyed, saying, "Don't touch me, I can walk on my own!"
Regardless of what these hooligans wanted with her, she couldn't let herself be overpowered by them!
After passing through a spacious living room, Flora was led upstairs, having taken numerous turns. Finally, they stopped in front of a wooden door. One of the men lightly knocked on the door and pushed it open just a crack. He respectfully addressed someone inside, saying, "Master, Miss White has been brought here."
Flora suddenly took a sharp breath, not because of the strong men around her, nor out of fear. It was... the icy cold air seeping through the crack in the door that made her feel like she was standing in front of an ice cellar. Why had they brought her to an ice cellar? Were they planning to freeze her to death?!
And was the "master" they referred to inside alive or dead? Just as she was in shock, a lazy voice came from inside the room, "Let her come in."
The man swung the door open, pushed Flora into the room, and closed the door again. Flora stumbled a bit, almost falling onto the carpet, but she exclaimed and managed to steady herself. She surveyed her surroundings, noticing that the room's lighting was dimmed by thick curtains. It was dim, and she finally realized that this was not the ice cellar she had imagined; it was an extremely large and luxurious bedroom.
What puzzled her now was whether there was an air conditioner in the world that could produce such low temperatures. Could it be a new product she was unaware of? She absentmindedly touched her arms, her eyes widening as she took in her surroundings.
"Stand still, let me have a good look at you," a cold, indifferent voice sounded from beside her.
Flora froze for a moment, then followed the voice with her gaze, finally seeing a tall, slender figure in the dimness. It was a man, and there was something vaguely familiar about him. Although she couldn't clearly see his face, she could still sense the aristocratic aura emanating from him. He was a very tall, well-built, and handsome man, exuding a chilling aura, just like this ice cellar-esque grand bedroom!
At this moment, he was wearing a snow-white robe, standing in front of the curtains, holding a small telescope in his hand, obviously just observing the scenery outside the window. As he raised the telescope, placing it far in front of his eyes, he scanned Flora's entire body through the lens.
Flora's intuition told her that this man was not ordinary. Just his icy aura alone was enough to make her heart race. She couldn't bring herself to meet the gaze of this chilling figure in front of her.
However, when he was using the telescope to examine her, Flora could no longer bear it. Frustrated and angry, she exclaimed, "Hey! Are you crazy? Why are you looking at me like that!"
With a bang, the sound of the telescope smashing onto the table resonated. The enchanting man finally took action. He lifted his long legs and took two strides to stand before Flora. He gripped her shoulder with one hand and pinched her chin with the other. Regardless of which hand it was, the force was so strong that it made Flora want to cry!
"Hey, let go of me!" Flora gritted her teeth against the pain and instinctively began to struggle.
The man paid no attention to her shouting and didn't give her a chance to break free. He lowered his head and carefully examined her beautiful face, taking his time. Then he leaned in, and forcefully planted a rough kiss on her lips.
Flora was terrified and stunned. This despicable man was kissing her?! Was he out of his mind? Kissing her on their first meeting?! And why couldn't he kiss properly? A wave of pain emanated from her lips. Immediately after, a strong, metallic taste of blood spread between their lips and teeth.
Flora was shocked, panicked, and in pain. All she could do was struggle, struggle with all her might. In doing so, she lifted her foot and stomped ruthlessly on his foot. His lips paused for just a second before resuming even more forcefully.
His hand moved from her shoulder to her neck, exerting just a little force, and Flora found herself gasping for breath. Her complexion grew paler and paler, the metallic taste in her mouth became stronger, and her consciousness became increasingly blurry. And yet, she still had no idea what was happening!
She had no idea who this man was or why he was treating her this way. The last thing she remembered was the man ripping off his robe, revealing his muscular back, and a lifelike dark blue dragon suddenly appearing before her eyes, looming over her as if it wanted to devour her in one gulp!
When Flora woke up again, it was already the morning of the second day. It felt like she had just experienced a nightmare, but the cold air surrounding her made it all too real. Flora was awakened by the chill, slowly opened her eyes, and tried to move her body, only to find herself so sore that she couldn't move. Her lips throbbed with pain, preventing her from even crying out for help. She lowered her head and discovered that she was completely naked, and her snow-white skin was covered in patches of dense purplish bruises in every corner of her body. On the floor beneath her, several blood stains blossomed like plum blossoms on the off-white carpet. Her brain rang with a bang as she instantly realized that her virginity had been taken away. Tears instantly welled up in her eyes as her pure body had been inexplicably stolen by a man whose face she hadn't even seen! Her hands clenched into fists, pressing against the woolen carpet. Through her teary vision, she saw her clothes sca
Flora struggled to open her eyelids, not because she was intimidated by him, but because she was eager to see the man who had tortured herself like this!At that moment of opening her eyelids, finally... she saw it! It was a man so handsome that it could make anyone scream, and so cold that it could send shivers down one's spine. However, why did she feel a bit familiar?She remembered it was the man she had seen on the street a few months ago. Could it be him? The one who had said many mysterious things to her and told her he was Oliver Smith!"Is it you?" Flora stared at him in astonishment.Maxwell's face visibly twitched, and he coldly assessed her with a smirk, "What? Have you seen me before? Why do I have no impression of you at all?""Oliver Smith! Why are you doing this to me?" Flora shouted at him with difficulty.Maxwell was taken aback again, then let out a dry laugh and shook his head."Miss White, I regret to inform you that you've mistaken me for someone else. I am not O
Inside the White Family villa, the weary Henry, who had been searching for Flora for two days, returned home. As soon as he entered, he saw Mr. White and Mrs. White sitting on the sofa leisurely sipping coffee.A surge of intense anger rushed to Henry's head. He abruptly approached his parents, staring at them and shouting, "Dad! Mom! Flora has been kidnapped, and you don't care at all?"He was almost frantic, and yet these two acted as if nothing was wrong, not even bothering to ask a single question.Mrs. White lifted her head from her coffee cup, glanced at him, and said, "Why rush? The other side will call for ransom tomorrow. Just give them the money." Soon, she added, "But if they ask for too much, that won't work.""If they wanted money, they would've called by now! There's something seriously wrong with this whole situation!" Henry exclaimed angrily.Mrs. White sneered, "What else would they want besides money? Except for that foolish boy Joshua, who would want her? She's too
While Flora was pondering this, the door suddenly creaked open quietly. Flora instinctively pulled the blanket tightly around her and cautiously waited for the intruder to approach. The footsteps were so light that they didn't resemble the rude stomping of the shrew or Maxwell's steady gait.Flora looked towards the doorway, and she hesitated for a moment. Standing in front of her was a child whose gender was hard to determine. The child appeared to be about eight or nine years old, wrapped in an incredibly thick winter coat that turned them into a small, round bundle. They wore a cotton hat that was attached to the coat, revealing only the central portion of their small face.His blue eyes were large and bright, with perfectly curled eyelashes that looked almost artificially crafted. Their pink lips were slightly parted. All of this made it impossible for Flora to determine whether the child was a boy or a girl. Vaguely, she could see a glimpse of the man who took pleasure in torturi
To recover more quickly, Flora curled up under the blanket and fell asleep after dinner. During the night, she slept for an unknown duration. Suddenly, Flora felt herself being embraced in a warm hug, and a warm hand was gently caressing her body.This broad and warm embrace felt like Henry's, so warm and strong."Henry..." she murmured with affection unconsciously escaping her lips.The roaming hand on her chest faltered for a moment and then turned into a rough kneading. Flora was startled by the sudden pain and let out a painful cry, instantly waking up from her slumber. When she opened her eyes, she was faced with the sight of a gaping maw of a blue dragon. She screamed in fear and instinctively began to struggle."Little wretch, not bad, you're starting to resist," Maxwell sneered and pinned her down, pressing her hands to prevent any further move."Let go! Let me go!" Flora yelled loudly, writhing and struggling. "I have no grudges with you! Why are you doing this?" What was wro
Except for enduring, Flora didn't know what else she could do!Footsteps were heard outside the door, and Flora quickly slipped under the blanket. She wasn't afraid of anyone, but she still lacked a set of clothes to cover her body. Even with the maids, she wasn't comfortable being naked in front of them.No need to guess, Flora could tell it was Nancy who came in. After so many days, she had learned to distinguish footsteps. As soon as she heard the heavy footsteps, her body hair would stand on end, and that bloody blue dragon would instantly coil around her mind, tensing her nerves and causing her to shiver.Flora had just raised her eyes in the direction of the door when something pink flew toward her face, hit her, and fell to the floor. It was a maid's uniform, the clothing Flora had longed for many days. Could she finally have a set of clothes?"Put on the clothes immediately and go to work!" Nancy yelled loudly.Flora's heart leaped with joy, and she eagerly reached out to grab
Flora entered the main house, with Nancy following behind, giving her a lukewarm briefing, "Big Young Master likes mocha coffee, Second Young Master prefers Black Ivory Coffee, Third Young Master enjoys white coffee, and Fourth Young Master drinks fruit juice...""Wow! What kind of family is this? Why are there so many members?" Flora silently exclaimed to herself.She hadn't remembered the coffee preferences Nancy had just explained because she hardly ever drank coffee, so she didn't recognize those names.But she didn't dare to ask Nancy because she knew that questioning would lead to a barrage of insults. To keep things peaceful, she bravely approached the coffee counter, opened a cupboard, and found an assortment of coffee. After contemplating for a moment, Flora selected the most expensive jar of Black Ivory Coffee, thinking that the domineering man must be drinking the priciest coffee. Following the instructions, she made the coffee and then made her way upstairs.Staring at the
Robin exclaimed, "You mean Hercules? He's my big brother!""Big brother?" Flora stared at him in surprise.That man had to be at least thirty years old, right? The boy in front of her couldn't be more than nine years old. This age difference...But that wasn't the main point. Flora had finally found someone willing to have a decent conversation with her. She couldn't help but ask, "You said his name is Hercules? Hercules Smith?"Robin shook his head, saying, "Hercules is what outsiders call him, so I like to call him that too." Then, he placed his index finger on his lips, hushed his voice, and whispered, "Don't tell him, okay? I only dare to call him that secretly behind his back. His real name is Maxwell Smith."Maxwell Smith...Flora quietly pronounced those words, searching her memory for any recognition, but she couldn't recall knowing this person. However, she couldn't help but wonder why he was treating her this way. She wanted to know.What was his relationship with Joshua Smi