Sandra flashed a satisfied smile as she wrapped her arms around Micah's neck and kissed him. "Please be gentle. I'm afraid it'll hurt… Mmm…"An hour later, Sandra lay limp in Micah's arms. Both of them were drenched in sweat.Although the car was not spacious, it did not affect Micah's performance. Sandra was very satisfied with him. He turned to look at the sleepy Sandra and gently asked, "Does it still hurt?""Yeah…"Sandra did not expect it to hurt so much to the point she'd cried in pain.Now, she was exhausted. She did not even have the strength to keep her eyes open.Micah reached out to gently wipe away Sandra's tears. "Are you satisfied?""Yeah," Sandra replied as she embraced him tightly. At that moment, all she wanted to do was sleep. Sandra then fell asleep. She had no idea how she returned to the hotel.When she woke up, it was already morning.Micah was lying beside her, and neither of them was wearing anything. Her eyes lit up at the sight of his hand
"Chelsey, Luke's eyes have recovered, so it's high time you two consummate the marriage. You should go over to his place tonight!"This was what Chelsey Jenson's mother-in-law, Josie Suthers, said as they were eating dinner.Chelsey's heart skipped a beat. She said softly, "Okay."She and Lucas Yates had been married for three years, and she'd cared for him throughout that period. But after he'd regained his sight, he'd moved out to live alone.Chelsey made her way to Lucas' current abode based on the address Josie had given to her. She arrived at a standalone villa that was beside the river.She keyed in the password and headed inside. The villa reeked of alcohol.Chelsey found Lucas in the master bedroom on the second floor. He lay on the bed, buck-naked and snoring away. There were even unfinished bottles of liquor on the bedside table. The stench of liquor permeated every corner of the room. It was suffocating."Lucas …" Chelsey called.He didn't respond.She sat beside th
The woman in the photo was beautiful. She had delicate features, and her long hair cascaded down her shoulders and over her white dress. She held a cello as she smiled.They were both women, but Chelsey couldn't help finding the one in the photo to be much prettier than herself. There was something about her that made her seem ethereal and gentle. It was as if she were a being from beyond this world.In this instant, Chelsey realized this villa was the marital home Lucas had prepared for himself and Shannon. And she, his actual wife, had only consummated the marriage in Shannon's place.She wouldn't even appear in Lucas' dreams; Shannon would be the only one in there.Chelsey left as quietly as she'd come.…Two days later, Chelsey saw Shannon in the flesh at a private concert the latter was throwing in celebration of her return.Shannon had mailed an invitation to the concert to Lucas. When Chelsey saw the mailer's name, she'd opened the envelope tentatively to see the invitati
Lucas took off his suit jacket and put it around Shannon's shoulders. Then, he lifted her into his arms and carried her off stage.He wasn't bothered by the red paint getting onto his white shirt. He comforted her tenderly.As he walked past Chelsey, his expression turned frosty. He growled, "I won't let anyone who's harmed Shannon off the hook. That includes you!"His accusation was like a stab to Chelsey's heart. It was silent, but it hurt like hell.She stared at him in disbelief. "What's that supposed to mean?"His rage almost swept her away. "Doing these things will only make me detest you, Chelsey!"She held back her tears. "Why are you so sure that it's me? Do you have proof?""Who else could it be? Don't play dumb with me, Chelsey. I can't believe you'd pull such a ruthless trick. If Shannon's hand doesn't recover fully, I'll break yours."Lucas was already sure that Chelsey was the one who'd harmed Shannon, and nothing she said would change that.He was her husband an
"Shannon and Mr. Yates are childhood sweethearts who were made for each other. You're the one who tore them apart, you vixen!""Nothing good will come out of someone willing to be a mistress. What goes around, comes around. It's what you deserve!"Chelsey clapped her hands over her ears and cried, "I'm not a mistress! I'm not!"But people would only pity the weak, especially when the weak were beautiful. No one cared about Chelsey's pain and grievance.…That night, the atmosphere seemed particularly lonely. It looked like it would be yet another tough night.Chelsey stood beneath the shower as the warm water poured over her. The image of Lucas leaving with Shannon kept replaying in her mind. Her heart ached with every second of it.Her face was wet; she could no longer tell whether it was from the shower or her tears.Suddenly, the sound of the door flying open dragged her back to her senses. She wiped the water on her face away with a towel and opened her eyes.Chelsey met L
Inside the noisy bar, Lucas' icy and grim exterior made him stand out like a sore thumb.As he quietly drank his liquor, his business partner, who sat beside him, nudged him with a smirk. "Look at that chick in the white minidress, Mr. Yates. Hot stuff, isn't she? She's exactly my type. Can you see how flexible she is? I bet she's fucking good in bed!"Lucas curled his lip disdainfully. He looked in the direction his business partner was pointing.Even with the dim lighting, he could tell the young woman on the dance floor looked rather familiar. Lucas took a closer look—it was Chelsey.Her hair was loose around her shoulders, and she wore a white minidress. She was dancing without a care.She twisted her slender waist, catching the attention of the men around her. The vibrant energy in her was obvious, but it didn't take away from her mystery and sexiness.Lucas had always thought Chelsey was an obedient, demure woman. He hadn't expected her to have such a wild side. She was sex
The man leered at Chelsey. "Come with me, pretty little thing. I'll buy you any bag you like, whether it's from Gucci, Dior, or Chanel."The liquor on his breath fanned over Chelsey's face. She almost puked. She frowned and backed away.Lucas furrowed his brows and dragged her behind him. He said, "You've got the wrong idea, Mr. Cooper. She's my … friend, and I'm gonna send her home now."With that, he turned and left, dragging Chelsey with him.Adam Cooper used his liquid courage to shout, "Friend? What friend? Don't lie to me, Mr. Yates! I was the one who saw that chick first! You're breaking the rules here …"Lucas stuffed Chelsey into the passenger seat of his car. She sneered and asked, "Why didn't you tell him I'm your ex-wife?"Lucas glared at her. "We're not divorced yet!"His expression was frostier than ever. He slammed the door shut.So what if they weren't divorced yet? It would happen sooner or later!Chelsey didn't harbor any more delusions toward Lucas. She open
Sandra gave Lucas a contemptuous look. "Honestly, even a pet dog would've shown Chels more gratitude for everything she's done in the past three years. If not for her taking such good care of you, how could you possibly have regained your vision?"You're a heartless bastard! Now, get lost. Chels doesn't wanna see you."Lucas didn't get angry after being scolded by Sandra. He merely looked at Chelsey, who clung to Sandra weakly. She'd never had alcohol before, yet she'd had so much to drink during her first time. Her head spun and felt like it was made of mush."I'll take her home." Lucas bent down slightly to lift Chelsey into his arms. He turned and strode off."We don't need you for that. I'll take her!"Sandra hurried after them but was stopped by Lucas' bodyguards. She stomped her foot angrily and cried anxiously, "If you dare do anything to harm Chelsey, I'll kill you, Lucas! Don't you dare bully her or break her heart!"Lucas brought Chelsey to his Bentley, which was parked