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Read next chapterđ | âPresident, look at your ex-wifeâs social media platform!â "Leaving the capital has nothing to do with me!" "In the photo, she is holding a child who looks very similar to you. Doesn't it matter?" He immediately dropped the document and rushed out! ============= Chapter 1 Ex-girlfriend Returns Raegan Hayes was a little absent-minded at the moment. All she could think of since this afternoon was the doctor's words. "Congratulations! You are going to be a mom." Suddenly, Mitchel Dixon pinched her arm. His low voice came the next second. "Come back to earth. What are you thinking about?" Mitchel was her husband. They had been married secretly for two years. He was her superior at work, the president of the Dixon Group. Everything had happened so fast. She was newly employed in the company when they unexpectedly got married. At that time, Mitchel's grandfather fell seriously ill. It was then he proposed a fake marriage just to fulfill his grandfather's dying wish. They signed a prenup, agreeing to hide their marriage from the public. Their union could be terminated at any time. It was an unconventional thing to do. However, Raegan only considered herself lucky at that time. Never in a million years did she think she would ever get married to the man she had a crush on for eight years. She delightfully agreed. After their marriage, Mitchel was very busy. He spent most of his time working. Raegan wished she could spend more time with him at home. However, she was rest assured because there hadn't been any rumors or scandals about him with women in the past two years. Except for his mild indifference, Mitchel was a perfect husband. Raegan had mixed feelings as she stared at the medical report. In the end, she decided to tell Mitchel this news. She also wanted to tell him that she hadn't learned about him for the first time two years ago and that she had been crushing on him for many years before then. Just then, Mitchelâs phone rang. He went to the balcony and answered the phone. Raegan checked the time and found that it was already midnight. She felt a little uneasy. Who would call Mitchel at this hour? Mitchel spent a few minutes on the balcony. Thereafter, he returned and changed into formal attire. His handsome face which had a clear outline made him look dignified. He was something to see now. "Don't wait up for me. Good night," he said finally. What? He was on his way out? At this hour? Raegan's grip on the report tightened as she stared at him in disappointment. Unconsciously, she withdrew slightly. After thinking for a while, she blurted out, "It's already so late." Mitchel's fingers froze on his tie. With a faint smile, he pinched her earlobe and said, "Be good, okay? There's something I have to do. Don't wait up." With that, he headed for the door. "Mitchel." Raegan quickly ran and caught up with him. Mitchel turned around and looked at her seriously. "What's the matter?" There was a tinge of coldness to his voice. An icy cloud hung over them as they stared at each other. A little distressed, Raegan asked in a low voice, "I would like to visit my grandma tomorrow. Can you accompany me there?" Her grandmother always wanted to see her. As a result, Raegan wanted to take Mitchel there to assure her grandma they were happy. "Let's talk about it tomorrow, okay?" Without agreeing or declining, Mitchel left in a hurry. Several thoughts were threading Raegan's mind. She couldn't sleep a wink. After tossing and turning for a long time, she went to the kitchen and made herself a warm glass of milk. A few notifications from some online blogs came into her phone. However, she wasn't interested in them. She was about to swipe them away when one of them caught her attention. The familiar name made her click on it. The news read, "Famous designer, Lauren Murray was spotted at the airport with her mysterious boyfriend earlier today." Lauren was wearing a bucket hat. The man's figure was vague, but the outline of his body was enough to show that he was dashing. Raegan zoomed in on the picture. The next second, her heart dropped. Mitchel was the man in the picture! So, he canceled the afternoon meeting just to go pick up his ex-girlfriend from the airport? This realization settled like a boulder in Raegan's gut, rendering her flustered. Her hands trembled. Subconsciously, she dialed Mitchel's number. The dial tone brought her back to her senses. Just as she was about to hang up, the line connected, and a voice came from the other end. "Hello!" It was a particularly gentle woman's voice. Raegan froze for a second and then threw the phone away. She suddenly felt sick in her stomach. Covering her mouth, she ran into the bathroom and threw up in the toilet bowl. The next morning, Raegan went to work on time. Mitchel had tried to get her to stop working after they got married. Stubbornly, she insisted on making her own money. Mitchel didn't kick against her decision, but he asked her to work as his assistant, helping him with the daily chores. The head assistant, Matteo Jenkins was left to take care of the major affairs Mitchel had. Matteo was the only Dixon Group employee who knew about their marriage. Since inception, only male assistants were hired for the president's office. Reagan was the first and only female. Her employment broke the protocol. As a result, other workers couldn't help but wonder if she was involved with Mitchel. It took a while before they realized that Mitchel never gave Raegan special treatment. Strangely, this made them despise her even more. After all, no one would last long in anything while taking advantage of their looks. At this time, one of Raegan's colleagues handed her a document and ordered her to take it to Mitchel's office. Mitchel didn't return home last night. Raegan was so worried that she didn't sleep at all. All she kept thinking about was the woman who answered his phone when she called. What was her relationship with Mitchel? Raegan already knew the answer to that, but she was still in denial. It was difficult for her to come to terms with that fact. Raegan tried to remain calm now. She reasoned that no matter what happened, she deserved a result that would be rewarding for all the years she spent loving Mitchel. This couldn't be all for nothing, right? She pressed the elevator button calmly and went up to the president's office. Before she walked out of the elevator, she smoothed her hair to make sure she looked good. She had arrived at the office, only to see that the door was ajar. A man's voice came. She halted instantly. "Come on, man! Do you have any feelings for Raegan or not?" The voice belonged to Luis Stevens, a childhood friend of Mitchel's. "What do you mean exactly?" Mitchel asked in a cold voice. "You know exactly what I mean!" Luis clicked his tongue impatiently and added, "I think Raegan is a good girl. Isn't she your type?" "Do you want me to hand her over to you?" Mitchel asked carelessly. "You know what, forget it!" The scornful laughter of Luis sounded particularly harsh in Raegan's ears. They were talking about her as if she were an object. Raegan took a deep breath and tightened her grip on the document. Soon, Luis's voice was heard again. "By the way, I saw the gossip news about Lauren's mysterious boyfriend this morning. That was you, right?" "Yes." "Well, well, well! That woman still has you wrapped around her little finger. You always want to please her." Luis sighed and continued to tease Mitchel. "As the old saying goes, absence makes the heart grow fonder. Tell me, did you two..." Their conversation was like a thunder exploding over Raegan's head. Her face turned pale and her body was as cold as ice. The woman was indeed Lauren! Absence made the heart grow fonder! Every word drove a knife into her heart. Several whispering voices filled her head at this time. She suddenly felt light-headed. Her vision became blurry. She held the wall and took a step backward. Suddenly, the door was opened from inside. "Raegan?" Chapter 2 One-sided Love Luis was the one who opened the door. It appeared he was on his way out. Raegan balled her hands, turned to him, and nodded. "Hey, Mr. Stevens!" Without waiting for him to respond to her greeting, she walked past him and entered the office with the document. Mitchel was seated behind a large luxurious desk. In an expensive suit and matching tie, he looked particularly handsome. Raegan noticed it wasn't the same suit he had on when he left home last night. How did he get changed? With her eyes lowered, she swallowed that question and said instead, "Mr. Dixon, this is from the Marketing Department. Please sign it." Mitchel was expressionless as he signed the document at a glance. Raegan walked out the door as soon as he handed the document back to her. Luis was still standing at the threshold. It wasn't until she went out of sight that Luis turned to Mitchel and said in a hushed tone, "Do you think she heard us?" Mitchel's appealing eyes were expressionless at the moment. Obviously, he wasn't paying attention to what Luis was saying. To Mitchel, Raegan had always been docile and never felt jealous of anyone. Her strict obedience was all Mitchel demanded from her in exchange for treating her well. In the elevator. Raegan held her breath just to hold back her tears. Unfortunately, it didn't work. She had thought two years would be enough for Mitchel to realize how much she loved him and reciprocate her love. Now, it turned out that was just a pipe dream. She realized she would always play second fiddle to Lauren, Mitchel's true love. Reagan wiped her tears when the elevator halted. Save for her pale face, she looked normal when the doors opened. She dragged herself to the break room, intending to make herself a cup of tea. Several employees were chatting inside. "Guys, have you heard? Lauren Murray is back." "And who is that?" "Oh, my! You don't know her? Lauren is the heiress of the Murray Group as well as a world-class designer. Most importantly, she's the only girlfriend Mr. Dixon has ever shown off in public. She's his first love!" "Why is her return such a big deal? Isn't it rumored that there is something between Mr. Dixon and Raegan?" "Raegan? She's nothing to Mr. Dixon. Mr. Dixon never admitted that he was dating her. And that is no surprise to me. After all, look at her. She's not even that beautiful. Yet, she behaves as if she's already Mrs. Dixon. What a fool!" Standing at the door, Raegan smiled with self-mockery as she listened to them. It turned out everyone else saw the truth except her. The love was one-sided. "Ha-ha, have you finally woken up from your wild dream, Raegan?" A voice of mockery suddenly came from behind. Raegan turned around to see Tessa Lloyd, Mitchel's cousin, who had always despised her. Tessa must have also heard the employees gossiping. The last thing Raegan wanted to do now was argue with Tessa in the company. She turned to leave, but Tessa blocked her way. With a cup of coffee in her hand, Tessa uttered sarcastically, "Lauren is back now. Do you think Mitchel will still give you any attention?" Raegan said nothing to that. Seconds later, Tessa continued the ridicule. "Maybe itâs time for you to seek out another man, you pathetic fool." Raegan clenched her fists and said coldly, "Ms. Lloyd, if you are interested in that kind of thing, feel free to pursue it yourself." "You..." Raegan's retort made Tessa's face change. The next second, Tessa raised her hand and emptied the cup of coffee on Raegan. Raegan didn't think for a second that Tessa would do something so crazy. She held up her arms just to block the liquid from her face. In no time, the coffee drenched her clothes. Raegan frowned. "What did you do that for? Are you out of your mind?" It was lunch break and many employees were free to watch the drama. Tessa was even more complacent when she saw growing onlookers. She put on a mean-girl look as she said, "What makes you so smug every day, huh? Do you seriously think that others don't know you are just an orphan? The nerve of..." Tessa was silenced by Raeganâs shove. Her jaw dropped to the floor. She had never expected that Raegan, who was so quiet and timid, would shove her. Tessa stuttered, "You... You pushed me? How dare you!" Raegan eyed her and replied, "Yes, I did! It seems you need to be taught simple politeness." Indeed, she lost her parents when she was a child. But that didn't mean she would allow someone to walk over her for it. Wrinkles appeared on Tessa's face as she frowned in anger. As Mitchel's cousin, she was used to being fawned over and respected. This was the first time she had been treated like this. Tessa charged at Raegan like a raging bull, poised to retaliate. This time, Raegan was fully prepared for what was coming. She grabbed Tessa's wrist so that the latter couldn't move another inch. Tessa was shorter than Raegan. As a result, she struggled like an octopus that had one of its tentacles stuck in a fishing trap. Tessa cursed angrily, "How dare you put your hands on me? Who do you think you are?" These harsh words attracted more people to the break room. "That's enough!" Out of the blue, a baritone came from behind. Mitchel had left his office and ran into this hullabaloo. The entire room fell silent. "Mitchel?" Tessa's blood ran cold at the sight of Mitchel. She had always been scared of him. Her mother also warned her against provoking him. But when she remembered that Raegan humiliated her, she put on a pitiful expression and sobbed. "Mitchel, she bullied me." The sunlight from outside fell on Mitchel's handsome face. Raegan felt so grieved all of a sudden, and lowered her head to look at her clothes which were soaked with coffee. Their gaze met in the air. With a deep frown, Mitchel looked at Raegan and said, "Raegan, have you forgotten the rules of the company?" His ruthlessness made Raegan's breathing cease. She couldn't believe her ears. No one dared to make a sound at this moment. Raegan just stood straight there with her slender figure. When she got employed here, Mitchel had told her that the Dixon Group wasn't a place for her to mess around and that he would not tolerate her making any mistakes. Raegan could understand why he took this stand. However, at this moment, she was desperate to know whether Mitchel had heard those hard words Tessa scolded her or he was just pretending not to have heard because he agreed to those words. Was she truly insignificant to him? Scared to death by Mitchel's rage, the crowd soon dispersed. A few employees were bold enough to peep from a distance, unwilling to miss the good show. Mitchel's cold eyes made Raegan shiver from head to toe. Raegan pinched her palm to suppress her emotions as she looked at Tessa. "I'm sorry, Ms. Lloyd. As an employee of the Dixon Group, it was wrong of me to have offended you." Eyeing Raegan, Tessa raised her chin complacently. "Humph! Don't think you'll be let off the hook just by making a simple apology. I don't buy..." "The offence has nothing to do with the company. Personally, I refuse to apologize to you. Now, if you'd excuse me," Raegan chimed in. She then walked past Mitchel without sparing him another look. "You..." Tessa's face turned blue after hearing what Raegan said. Never in her years of being alive had she been so humiliated. She was always the bully, not the victim! The humiliation was so much that scolding Raegan wouldn't appease her anger. Pointing in Raegan's direction, Tessa shouted, "Mitchel, did you hear what that woman just said? She humiliated me, yet she's still so arrogant. Call her back. I have to teach her some manners!" Mitchel, staring at Raegan's thin back, had an ambiguous expression at this moment. "Enough!" he said coldly, raising his hand. As someone who lived and breathed drama and cruelty, Tessa didn't think Mitchel was partial to Raegan just now. She assumed that Mitchel didn't care about Raegan at all. Tessa gritted her teeth and said viciously, "Next time, I'll get someone to teach her a lesson." "Tessa!" Mitchel's tone and squint made it a reproof. Tessa trembled at once. With a somber face, Mitchel said, "I'll only say it once. Forget about what happened here today. Leave Raegan alone." The aura he exuded made her tongue go dry. All the vicious ideas she had in store against Raegan disappeared in an instant. She stammered, "Ok... Okay, got it..." Mitchel cast a cold glance at her and spoke to Matteo. "Irrelevant people wouldn't be allowed in here from today onwards." Without catching the drift, Tessa flattered Mitchel. "Nice call. This is a top company. Not everyone gains access in here." Matteo nodded to Mitchel and then walked over to Tessa. He gestured to the exit. "Ms. Lloyd, this way, please." It wasn't until this moment that Tessa realized that she was the irrelevant person Mitchel just mentioned. She tried to speak to him, but Matteo blocked her way. The security guards then escorted her out. They showed her no mercy. Her struggle was useless. Meanwhile, Raegan got changed when she returned to her office. Her heart was filled with sadness as she thought of how Mitchel looked at her minutes ago. Closing hour soon rolled by. Raegan took her bag and headed for the exit. However, Matteo stopped her. He said, "Mr. Dixon has something urgent to deal with, so he asked me to drive you home." Raegan declined the ride without thinking twice. She was blind before, but now she could see through the situation. In Mitchel's eyes, she was just a nobody. How could Mitchel agree to accompany her to visit her grandmother when he didn't even care about her? Upon arriving at the hospital, Raegan saw that the nurse was about to feed her grandmother dinner. Raegan took the job over and did it by herself. All her life, her grandmother had been living in the countryside, enjoying a quiet life. Everything changed last month when her routine medical checkup showed that she was in need of medical care. Raegan insisted on bringing her to the city for better treatment. Her grandmother wasn't aware of her marriage to Mitchel. Raegan had planned to surprise her today. But as it turned out, that was no longer necessary. Raegan waited for her grandmother to fall asleep before she left. She walked out of the hospital and waited for a taxi. In the distance, a black luxury car pulled into the entrance of the hospital. Raegan's eyes lit up when she saw it. She recognized that car as Mitchel's. Did he come to pick her up? At this moment, she forgot all the pain she had been feeling. Were her thoughts about him all wrong? Did he care for her, contrary to the gossip? The door of the driver's side opened and Mitchel got out. Raegan started walking toward him with her heart brimming with joy. Suddenly, she stopped dead in her tracks. Mitchel had just walked over to the other side and carried a woman out of the car. Worry and compassion were written all over his handsome face. This wiped the smile on Raegan's face. Her heart sank. Chapter 3 Let's Divorce Mitchel's tall and straight figure got closer and closer to Raegan. And then, without saying a word, he strode past Raegan. It was hard to tell if Mitchel saw Raegan or just ignored her. Regardless, Raegan noticed that the woman in his arms was the same one who had been photographed with him yesterday. She was Lauren. Raegan's shoes felt like they were made of lead as she walked away. She lost all awareness of her surroundings. She got into a taxi absentmindedly. Suddenly, the driver uttered, "Ma'am, where to?" Raegan was stunned for a moment. She didn't want to go back to Serenity Villas. It was only a matter of time before that place stopped being her home. After a while, she replied, "Please take me to Crystal Bay." She had purchased an apartment at Crystal Bay after getting married to Mitchel. At the time, she had hopes of bringing her grandmother to the city, so she bought the apartment on mortgage. It wasn't that big, but it had more than enough space for two people. Mitchel didn't understand why she wanted to buy an apartment. He offered to give her a bigger one, but she declined. Looking back now, she realized that buying that apartment was the only wise decision she had ever made in the last two years. When she arrived at the apartment complex, Raegan sat in the park alone, trying to cool herself down. The memories of the past two years were bittersweet. Two years had passed in the blink of an eye even though it was more than seven hundred days and nights. Love could move mountains, they said. Yet, her love didn't move that stone of a man. She finally realized what a fool she had been. She had been making herself a laughingstock in front of everyone. It was already late in the night before Raegan finally decided to go into her apartment. As soon as she stepped out of the elevator, she saw Mitchel standing in front of the door. His sleeves were rolled up casually, and the top buttons of his shirt were undone, which revealed his long neck and part of his collarbone. He was leaning on the wall by the door, his handsome face straight. Raegan froze for a moment. Why was he here? Didn't she see him at the hospital with Lauren? What brought him here? Their eyes met. With his coat draped over his arm and one of his hands in his pocket, Mitchel squinted at her. "Why didn't you answer the phone?" he asked, sounding a little grumpy like someone who hadn't slept in a long time. Raegan took out her phone and saw she had accidentally put it on DND. There were five missed calls from Mitchel. This marked the first time in their two-year marriage. Mitchel blew up her phone because he couldn't find her? Surprising! Before today, she would have been overjoyed by this. People would've thought she won the lottery. But now, she just threw her phone back into her bag, folded her arms, and said in a hoarse voice, "I didn't hear it ring." Mitchel raised his hand to check the time on the watch, and said impatiently, "I've been looking for you for two hours." After arranging everything for Lauren, he returned home to find an empty house. He looked for Raegan everywhere. When he couldn't find her, he asked Matteo to check the surveillance footage of all the roads that led away from the company. He later found out that Raegan went to Crystal Bay without telling him. "Next time, tell me when you are coming here, okay? Let's go home now." After that, Mitchel walked toward the elevator without sparing her another glance. He meant to go back to Serenity Villas. Raegan didn't move an inch. She just stared at his broad back and pondered reluctantly. Would they have a future? Mitchell turned around, only to see that Raegan hadn't taken a single step. He frowned and asked, "Can't you walk? Do you want me to carry you instead?" The light in the corridor illuminated his face, making his side profile almost impeccable. Raegan took a deep breath and said, "Let's divorce." "What do you mean?" Mitchel's voice was cold, and his handsome face changed immediately. "I want to move into my own place. After all, we will be strangers soon." Raegan forced a smile, but her heart was aching as if someone was tearing it apart bit by bit. "We will be strangers?" Mitchel smiled coldly. "Raegan, what do you think our relationship is now?" His questioning left Raegan stunned for a moment. Mitchel had made it very clear to her from the very beginning. This facade of their marriage had happened by mutual agreement. There was no love. In the eyes of others, they were nothing more than just a superior and a subordinate. Mitchel was quite the catch in Ardlens. Many young ladies longed for his love and were even willing to throw themselves at him. His question just now reminded her of that fact. Was he afraid that she wouldn't let him go that easily? If that was the case, he couldn't be more wrong... After biting her lower lip to conceal her bitterness, Raegan said, "I'm sorry, Mr. Dixon. I was giving it too much thought. Anyway, please leave me alone from now on. You don't have to come here again." After saying that, Raegan couldn't help but burst into tears. How could she not be sad when she was cutting ties with the man she had loved for a decade? It was such a long time. Regardless of how difficult it was, she knew it was time to let go. It was high time she stopped being a fool. Strangely, the light in the corridor began flickering. The deathly stare Mitchel was giving Raegan right now made the atmosphere seem like the moment before an attack in a horror movie. Although he understood that Raegan sometimes could throw a tantrum, he felt that she had just crossed the line now. His eyes shone like blazing torches at this moment. But when he saw the tears in her eyes, the rage inside him extinguished in an instant. He said in a low voice, "If this is about what happened between you and Tessa, I..." "No, this isn't about her. Mr. Dixon, please leave now." A lot of things happened between them. And the incident with Tessa didn't come close to any. Raegan felt exhausted. She passed by Mitchel and was about to open the door. Yet, Mitchel was displeased with her stubbornness. He loosened his tie irritably. He then took a step forward and grabbed her wrist. "Stop this, will you?" A second later, he put his arm around her shoulder and pulled her into his arms. He instantly realized that she was burning up like someone who had been set on fire. "You have a fever?" Raegan felt dizzy. She rested her head on his chest weakly. This made the whole situation complicated. Reagan was slow to catch that. When she finally realized that her body was too close to his, she put her hands against his chest and tried to pull back. Before she could escape, Mitchel pulled her back and held her by the waist. With a cold face, he said in a low voice, "Where do you think you are going?" The light flickered again. Out of the blue, Mitchel lifted her up. He then headed for the elevator. In a daze, Raegan asked softly, "What are you doing?" "What does it look like I am doing?" Mitchel remarked. "Taking you to the hospital, of course." "No way!" Raegan cried out in surprise and seemed to regain more strength. Mitchel might find out about her condition if they went to the hospital. Raegan struggled to get out of Mitchel's arms. However, his tight grip made her efforts fruitless. "Don't be so stubborn. You are sick, so you must see the doctor," Mitchel said firmly. He walked to the elevator with her in his arms. At this moment, Raegan's heart was thumping so hard that it could jump out of her chest. She flailed in protest. "Put me down! 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đAttention! Do not read in publicďźđ | "I, Barrett Warren, vow with my life that I'll take no concubine! Carissa Sinclair shall be my one and only!" These were the words that convinced Carissa Sinclair, the daughter of general, to hide her martial talents and forsake her promising future to marry into the crumbling Warren family. Even on their wedding night, when Barrett was abruptly summoned to the battlefield, Carissa never complained. She used her dowry to support the struggling Warren household, waiting faithfully for his return. But she never imagined that when Barrett finally returned, the first thing he would do was marrying his new love... --- At Grace Mansion, Carissa Sinclair stared at the man before herâher husband she had waited for a whole year. Barrett Warren, still in his battle armor, wore an expression of both determination and guilt. "Carissa, the king has issued a royal edict for my marriage to Aurora." he said, his voice steady, " She will be joining our household. There's no question about it." Carissa's eyes clouded with confusion. "The queen dowager has praised General Yates as a model for all women in the kingdom. Would she be willing to be a concubine?" Barrett's eyes flashed with a hint of annoyance. "No, she wonât be a concubine. Sheâll be my legal wife, equal to you." "But calling her equal doesn't change the fact that sheâs still just a concubine," Carissa said, a soft smile playing on her lips. Barrett frowned. "Why can't you face the reality? Aurora and I fell in love with each other on the battlefield, and we earned this marriage with our glorified victory. In fact, I donât really need your approval on it." Fell in love? Huh, looks like he is determined in breaking the vow he made a year ago... Carissa's soft smile wiped off by a mocking one, she had once believed Barrettâs victory would earn him a higher rank, freeing her from the burden of supporting the Warren household with her dowry. Yet instead, in exchange for his victory, he only asked the king for another woman's hand, and now he even dared to silence her with his so-called 'glorified victory'... Carissa felt a lump in her throat. Despite her disgust and reluctance, she asked, "What about your parents? Do they agree?" "They do. It was a royal edict, and Aurora is amicable. Mother liked her a lot upon seeing her, even her health seems to be improving." "Improving?" Carissa felt a whirlwind of emotions. "When you went to war, your mother was already gravely ill. I brought in the best physician, managed the estateâs affairs by day, and stayed up nights caring for her. That's how her condition started to improve." "But seeing Aurora has made my mother feel even better," Barrett said earnestly. "I know this is unfair to you, but for the greater good, please be generous enough to welcome Aurora." Carissa lowered her eyes, as if blinking away the tears. But inspected closely, that's actually her sharpened gaze. "Invite General Yates over. I have a few things to ask her." "There's no need," Barrett refused instantly. "Carissa, sheâs different from any woman you know. As a general, sheâs above household squabbles and wouldnât want to meet you." Carissa retorted, "What are women I know like? Or tell me, what kind of woman am I to you? Have you forgotten? I'm also the daughter of the Marquis's family. My father and my six brothers sacrificed on the Southern Frontier three years ago-" "Thatâs them." Barrett interrupted, "You're still a delicate woman suited only for home comforts, while Aurora has no respect for that. Besides, she never holds back her true thoughts. Trust me, you won't want to hear it from her. Also rest assured. Mother has promised me that Aurora will never threaten your control of the household. Carissa, she couldn't care less about those things." âOh, that's what you and mother think I fear? Losing the control of this household?â Carissa couldn't help but laughing. Little did Barrett know his household had been reduced to a hollow shell - managing it was a hot potato no one else would bear. Over the past year, it was Carissa's dowry alone that kept the Warren familyâs life respectable, and this was her reward. âEnough,â Barrett snapped, his patience running thin. âIâve done my duty by informing you. Your opinion wonât change anything.â As Carissa watched hum storm out, her bitterness deepened. âMy lady, my lord has really crossed the line!â Lulu, Carissaâs maid, said, wiping her tears. âDonât call him that!â Carissa gave her a stern look. âWe never consummated the marriage. Heâs not your lord. Now go fetch my dowry list.â âWhy the dowry list?â Lulu asked, puzzled. Carissa tapped her on the forehead. âSilly girl, we need to reckon everything before we leave.â Lulu gasped. âLeave? But where can we go? To the Northwatch Estate?â Suddenly Lulu held her tongue, aware that she had touched the sensitive subject. She spared Carissa a guilty look, "I'll get the list now, my lady." Upon the mention of Northwatch Estate, the always restrained Carissa finally let her tears fall. When she was fifteen, her father, the Marquis of Northwatch, had sacrificed his life on the battlefield. Then, just six months ago, her entire family at the Northwatch Estate was brutally slaughtered â assassins rumored to be spies from the enemy nation, Westhaven. She rushed back after getting the news, only to find the dismembered bodies of her mother and grandmother. Even her youngest nephew, two years old, didn't escape death, neither. Now, she was the lone survivor of the marquis' family, the idea of restoring her familyâs former glory seemed impossibleâat least to outsiders. After all, she was presented mostly as a delicate, fragile woman, while Aurora Taytes had just made herself the first female general in history. It's only natural that the Warren family was more than happy to agree to the marriage. Yet, unbeknownst to the world, Carissa's martial talent was never beneath her father and brothers. If given a chance on the battlefield, she would definitely outshine Aurora Taytes, perhaps a million times more... Just then, Lulu had brought over the dowry list, "My lady, this year alone, you've spent over six thousand silver coins supporting the household. However, the shops, houses, and estates remain untouched. All the bank savings, along with the property deeds and land titles your mother left, are locked up in the chest." "I see." Carisse's gaze lingered on the list with melancholy. Her mother had given her such a substantial dowry, fearing she might face hardship in her husband's home. Yet now here she was. The Warren family had disregarded all her effort, and Barrett had even broken his vow to take no concubine - the very promise that led her mother to choose him over more eligible suitors, despite the Warren familyâs fall from grace. 'Was this really the life mother wanted me to have?' It took Carissa no time to made up her mind. âLulu, get prepared. There's somewhere we need to go tomorrow.â ... Early the next morning, Carissa and Lulu boarded a carriage, heading straight for the royal palace. It was noon by the time they arrived. Under the scorching autumn sun, Carissa and Lulu stood like statues in front of the palace gates. They waited for a full hour, but no one came to let them in. In the palace's study, Derek Walker had already reported Carissaâs arrival to the king three times. âYour Majesty, Mrs. Warren is still waiting outside the palace gates,â he repeated. The king, Salvador Quinton, set aside the document he was reading and rubbed his temples. âI canât summon her in. The edict has been issued, and can't be taken back. Tell her to go home.â âThe guards tried to persuade her, but she refused to leave. Sheâs been standing there for over an hour without moving.â Salvador felt a pang of guilt. âBarrett requested the marriage as a reward for his military service. I didnât want to agree, either, but not granting it would embarrass both him and General Yates. They have after all won a big war.â âYour Majesty, when it comes to military achievements, no one can compare to the Marquis of Northwatch,â Derek countered. Salvador thought of Hector Sinclair, the Marquis of Northwatch. When Salvador was a crown prince who had recently joined the military, it was Hector who had guided him. Back then, he had also known Carissa when she was only a cute kid. Salvador himself had fought a bloody path to the throne, paved with death. He understood the struggles of military officers, so when Barrett requested marriage as a reward, Salvador had hesitated but eventually agreed. But Derek was right. In terms of military merit, Barrett and Aurora were far inferior to Hector Sinclair. âAlright, let her in. If she agrees to this marriage, Iâll grant her whatever she wants, even if it's a noble title or an official rank,â said Salvador. Derek breathed a sigh of relief. âAs always, you're wise, Your Majesty!â ... Carissa knelt in the study with her head bowed. Recalling that Carissa was now the only one left in the Sinclair family, Salvador felt nothing but pity for her. "Rise and speak," he commanded. Carissa bowed deeply with her hands clasped. "Your Majesty, I know it's presumptuous of me to seek an audience today. But I also wish to implore for your grace." "Carissa Sinclair, I have already issued the edict of marriage. It's impossible to revoke it," Salvador said. Carissa shook her head gently. "Your Majesty, I'm not imploring you to reverse that edict, but imploring you for another edict - an amicable divorce with General Warren." The young king was taken aback. "Divorce? You want a divorce?" Carissa nodded her head firmly. She was never someone to pester some man. 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Cliquez ici pour en savoir plusđđ | "ÂŤ Si tu acceptes d'ĂŞtre ma maĂŽtresse pendant cinq ans, je peux garantir la sĂťretĂŠ de ton père. Âť Se faisant trahir par son ex-petit ami, Rena ne s'attend pas Ă ce qu'il lui demande de devenir sa maĂŽtresse. === === === Chapitre 1 Un gros bonnet Dans une chambre d'hĂ´tel faiblement ĂŠclairĂŠe, Rena Gordon embrassait passionnĂŠment un bel inconnu. Plus tĂ´t dans la soirĂŠe, l'ex-petit ami de Rena, Harold Moore, avait annoncĂŠ ses fiançailles avec une autre femme. Rena avait ĂŠtĂŠ tellement bouleversĂŠe qu'elle s'ĂŠtait retrouvĂŠe, dâune marnière ou dâune autre, dans la chambre dâun inconnu. Ă prĂŠsent qu'Harold ĂŠtait sur le point d'ĂŠpouser une fille riche sans tenir compte de ses quatre annĂŠes de relation avec Rena, celle-ci pouvait se permettre de se faire plaisir, n'est-ce pas ? Au moment oĂš l'homme lui a retirĂŠ ses vĂŞtements, Rena s'est appuyĂŠe sur l'ĂŠpaule de l'homme et s'est laissĂŠe aller en murmurant : ÂŤ Harold ! Âť L'homme s'est brusquement arrĂŞtĂŠ, quelques secondes plus tard, les lumières se sont allumĂŠes. La lumière vive a provoquĂŠ un plissement des yeux de Rena. Mais lorsque ses yeux se sont enfin adaptĂŠs Ă la lumière, elle a vu clairement le visage de l'homme. C'ĂŠtait Waylen Fowler, l'avocat le plus recherchĂŠ du pays. Il ĂŠtait très cĂŠlèbre dans les milieux juridiques, et il ĂŠtait une ĂŠlite avec d'innombrables propriĂŠtĂŠs. Mais le plus important, Waylen Fowler ĂŠtait le futur beau-frère d'Harold. Rena a dĂŠgrisĂŠ instantanĂŠment. AdossĂŠ au mur, Waylen lui a demandĂŠ avec un lĂŠger sourire : ÂŤ Ă quoi pensais-tu tout Ă l'heure ? Voulais-tu le faire pour rendre Harold jaloux ? Âť Manifestement, Waylen venait aussi de la reconnaĂŽtre. Rena ne pouvait pas faire semblant de ne pas connaĂŽtre cet homme. Waylen ĂŠtait cĂŠlèbre, après tout. Rena ne l'avait pas reconnu tout Ă l'heure simplement Ă cause de l'alcool. Comme Rena savait qu'elle ne pouvait pas se permettre d'offenser un tel personnage, elle a baissĂŠ la tĂŞte et a prĂŠsentĂŠ ses excuses docilement. ÂŤ Je suis dĂŠsolĂŠe, M. Fowler. Je ne savais pas ce que je faisais. Âť Heureusement que M. Fowler ne lui a pas compliquĂŠ les choses. Après la conversation, Waylen s'est redressĂŠ et lui a lancĂŠ un manteau. ÂŤ Mets-le, je te ramène. Âť Rena l'a remerciĂŠ doucement. Dans la Bentley de Waylen, bien qu'aucun des deux n'ait parlĂŠ pendant tout le trajet, Rena jetait de temps en temps un coup d'Ĺil Ă l'homme. L'homme avait un visage anguleux et une mâchoire parfaite. Bien que Rena ne connaisse pas la marque de la chemise qu'il portait, elle pouvait constater qu'elle ĂŠtait très chère. Après quelques minutes de silence, Waylen a arrĂŞtĂŠ la voiture devant leur destination. Il a tournĂŠ lĂŠgèrement la tĂŞte et a regardĂŠ les jambes fines et droites de la jeune femme pendant quelques secondes avant de lui tendre sa carte de visite. Rena comprenait ce que cela signifiait. Elle ĂŠtait surprise que Waylen veuille encore garder le contact avec elle après avoir dĂŠcouvert son identitĂŠ. MalgrĂŠ le fait qu'il soit charmant, Rena a hĂŠsitĂŠ. C'ĂŠtait une mauvaise idĂŠe de s'embrouiller avec un gros bonnet comme lui, alors elle a dit : ÂŤ M. Fowler, nous ferions mieux de ne pas rester en contact. Âť Waylen a haussĂŠ les ĂŠpaules d'un air indiffĂŠrent. Rena ĂŠtait vraiment belle, mais Waylen ne la forcerait pas si elle n'ĂŠtait pas intĂŠressĂŠe. Il a donc rangĂŠ sa carte de visite dans sa poche et a dit : ÂŤ Le conservatisme te va bien. Âť Rena ĂŠtait un peu gĂŞnĂŠe, mais avant qu'elle ne puisse rĂŠpondre, Waylen est sorti de la voiture et lui a ouvert la porte comme un gentleman. Dès que Rena est descendue, la voiture s'est ĂŠloignĂŠe lentement. Une brise fraĂŽche a soufflĂŠ sur elle, la faisant frissonner. C'est alors qu'elle s'est rendu compte qu'elle avait oubliĂŠ de lui rendre le manteau. Pendant que Rena hĂŠsitait Ă essayer de le rattraper ou pas, son tĂŠlĂŠphone s'est mis Ă sonner. En jetant un coup d'Ĺil Ă l'afficheur, elle a vu que c'ĂŠtait sa belle-mère Eloise qui l'appelait. La voix anxieuse de celle-ci a retenti Ă l'autre bout du fil dès qu'elle a dĂŠcrochĂŠ : ÂŤ Rena, reviens Ă la maison tout de suite ! Il s'est passĂŠ quelque chose de grave ! Âť Rena a tentĂŠ de lui poser des questions, mais Eloise n'a pas rĂŠussi Ă lui expliquer clairement au tĂŠlĂŠphone et s'est contentĂŠe de la supplier de rentrer Ă la maison le plus vite possible. Chapitre 2 Pas un homme ordinaire Dès que Rena est entrĂŠe dans la maison, elle a trouvĂŠ Eloise assise dans le canapĂŠ, hĂŠbĂŠtĂŠe. Les yeux rouges d'Eloise donnaient l'impression d'avoir pleurĂŠ. Rena a regardĂŠ autour d'elle et a demandĂŠ avec anxiĂŠtĂŠ : ÂŤ Qu'est-ce qui s'est passĂŠ, Eloise ? OĂš est papa ? Âť Eloise ĂŠtait la deuxième femme du père de Rena. La femme n'a pas pu s'empĂŞcher de s'effondrer Ă l'ĂŠvocation de son mari. ÂŤ Harold est tellement cruel ! Quand le Groupe Moore ĂŠtait en difficultĂŠ il y a quelques annĂŠes, tu ne l'as jamais abandonnĂŠ. Maintenant que leur entreprise a retrouvĂŠ son ĂŠquilibre, non seulement il t'a larguĂŠe, mais aussi il a essayĂŠ d'envoyer ton père en prison ! Ton père est maintenant au centre de dĂŠtention Ă cause de ce garçon ingrat ! Âť Après une courte pause, Rena a dit Ă voix basse : ÂŤ Laisse-moi parler Ă Harold. Âť MĂŞme si Rena et Harold avaient rompu, ils ĂŠtaient ensemble depuis longtemps. Rena pensait qu'Harold ne serait pas aussi impitoyable. Elle a donc composĂŠ le numĂŠro de tĂŠlĂŠphone d'Harold. Rapidement, l'appel a ĂŠtĂŠ connectĂŠ. Rena a suppliĂŠ : ÂŤ Harold, nous nous sommes dĂŠjĂ sĂŠparĂŠs. S'il te plaĂŽt, ne dĂŠverse pas ta colère sur mon père. Âť Mais Harold s'est contentĂŠ de ricaner froidement. ÂŤ Quelqu'un doit ĂŞtre tenu pour responsable des pertes. Âť Avant que Rena ne puisse demander de la pitiĂŠ, Harold a repris la parole. ÂŤ Il y a en fait une autre façon de rĂŠgler ceci... Si tu acceptes d'ĂŞtre ma maĂŽtresse pendant cinq ans, je laisserai ton père partir. Âť Rena a tremblĂŠ de colère. ÂŤ Harold, tu me dĂŠgoĂťtes ! Âť Harold a rĂŠpondu d'un ton enjouĂŠ : ÂŤ Tu as toujours su quel genre de personne je suis, n'est-ce pas ? Âť Rena a serrĂŠ les dents et a crachĂŠ : ÂŤ Je refuse ! Pas question ! Âť Harold s'en est moquĂŠ. ÂŤ Alors tu ferais mieux d'engager un bon avocat pour ton père. Après tout, une telle somme d'argent le mettra derrière les barreaux pour au moins une dĂŠcennie. Âť Rena a rĂŠpliquĂŠ : ÂŤ J'engagerai le meilleur avocat du pays ! Âť ÂŤ Veux-tu dire Waylen ? Âť, a demandĂŠ Harold avec un petit rire suffisant. ÂŤ As-tu oubliĂŠ que c'est mon futur beau-frère ? Penses-tu qu'il t'aidera vraiment pour le procès ? Âť Rena a serrĂŠ les poings si fort que ses jointures sont devenues blanches. Elle n'a trouvĂŠ aucun mot pour rĂŠfuter. Harold a souri et a ajoutĂŠ : ÂŤ Rena, j'attendrai que tu me supplies de te reprendre ! Âť Rena a raccrochĂŠ brusquement le tĂŠlĂŠphone, trop furieuse pour continuer Ă ĂŠcouter les propos de cet homme. Ayant entendu leur conversation, Eloise a maugrĂŠĂŠ : ÂŤ Ne t'inquiète pas, Rena. Nous ne le laisserons jamais te faire du mal ! Âť Des larmes de colère ont coulĂŠ sur les joues d'Eloise. ÂŤ Mais Harold a raison. M. Fowler est son futur beau-frère. Pourquoi nous aiderait-il ? Rena, il doit y avoir une solution... Âť Rena a baissĂŠ la tĂŞte. Au bout d'un moment, elle a dit Ă voix basse : ÂŤ J'ai rencontrĂŠ M. Fowler une fois. Je vais tenter de le convaincre. Âť Eloise l'a regardĂŠe avec incrĂŠdulitĂŠ. C'ĂŠtait une femme particulièrement perspicace. Alors seulement, Eloise a remarquĂŠ que le manteau de l'homme drapĂŠ autour des ĂŠpaules de Rena, elle a devinĂŠ ce qui s'ĂŠtait passĂŠ. Mais elle ĂŠtait rĂŠticente Ă interroger Rena Ă ce sujet. Il ĂŠtait difficile pour Rena de retrouver Waylen. Dans le hall du cabinet d'avocats Sterling, la rĂŠceptionniste a poliment rejetĂŠ la demande de Rena. ÂŤ J'ai bien peur de ne pas pouvoir vous laisser monter sans rendez-vous, madame. Âť Rena s'est pincĂŠ les lèvres, regrettant de ne pas avoir pris la carte de visite de l'homme hier soir. ÂŤ Si je prends rendez-vous maintenant, quand pourrai-je le voir ? Âť, a-t-elle demandĂŠ anxieusement. La rĂŠceptionniste a vĂŠrifiĂŠ et a rĂŠpondu : ÂŤ Dans un demi-mois. Âť Le cĹur de Rena s'est effondrĂŠ. Ă ce moment-lĂ , les portes de l'ascenseur se sont ouvertes et un homme et une femme en sont sortis. L'homme n'ĂŠtait autre que Waylen ! Il portait un costume noir sur mesure, ressemblant au top premier de la sociĂŠtĂŠ. En revanche, Rena ne connaissait pas la femme. Elle avait l'air d'avoir une trentaine d'annĂŠes et ĂŠtait très belle. Les yeux de Waylen ont croisĂŠ ceux de Rena, mais il a fait comme s'il ne la connaissait pas et a raccompagnĂŠ la cliente jusqu'Ă la porte. Waylen a serrĂŠ la main de la femme et lui a dit au revoir. La femme a dit avec coquetterie : ÂŤ Si vous n'aviez pas ĂŠtĂŠ lĂ , M. Fowler, je n'aurais pas obtenu un centime de mon ex-mari ! Vous n'imaginez pas Ă quel point il a ĂŠtĂŠ avare avec moi après avoir eu sa maĂŽtresse... Âť Waylen a esquissĂŠ un lĂŠger sourire. ÂŤ Ăa fait partie du boulot. Âť La femme l'a ensuite dĂŠvisagĂŠ et lui a demandĂŠ : ÂŤ M. Fowler, aimeriez-vous prendre un cafĂŠ avec moi ? Âť Rena a regardĂŠ la belle femme et s'est dit qu'aucun homme ordinaire ne pourrait la repousser. Mais Waylen a fait exception. Il a jetĂŠ un coup d'Ĺil Ă sa montre et a poliment refusĂŠ. ÂŤ Je crains d'avoir un rendez-vous plus tard. Âť La femme savait que Waylen ne s'intĂŠressait pas Ă elle, mais a eu la politesse de ne pas le dire franchement. Après lui avoir dit au revoir, la femme est montĂŠe dans sa voiture et s'en est allĂŠe. Une fois la femme partie, Waylen s'est rendu directement Ă la rĂŠception et a demandĂŠ Ă Rena : ÂŤ As-tu changĂŠ d'avis ? Âť Chapitre 3 Quel hypocrite ! Visiblement, Rena s'est raidie. D'une manière maladroite, elle a brandi un sac en papier et a expliquĂŠ : ÂŤ Je suis venue te rendre ton manteau. Âť Waylen a acquiescĂŠ et a pris le sac. ÂŤ Merci. Âť Sans rien ajouter, il s'est dirigĂŠ vers l'ascenseur. Rena est sortie de sa transe et s'est dĂŠpĂŞchĂŠe de le rattraper. ÂŤ M. Fowler, il y a quelque chose que je... Âť Les portes de l'ascenseur se sont ouvertes dès que Waylen a appuyĂŠ sur le bouton. Sans hĂŠsiter, Rena l'a suivi Ă l'intĂŠrieur. Voyant cela, Waylen l'a regardĂŠe d'un Ĺil inquisiteur. Ensuite, il a lissĂŠ sa chemise et a dit avec indiffĂŠrence : ÂŤ Je ne m'occuperai pas de ton affaire. Âť Rena s'est tue. On dirait que Waylen ĂŠtait dĂŠjĂ au courant de l'affaire concernant son père ! Rena a baissĂŠ la tĂŞte et a demandĂŠ doucement : ÂŤ Harold t'a-t-il demandĂŠ de ne pas t'occuper de mon affaire ? Âť Waylen l'a regardĂŠe dans le miroir et a souri. ÂŤ Je n'aime pas mĂŠlanger mes affaires privĂŠes avec le travail. Âť Rena a compris ce qu'il voulait dire. Si elle venait le voir pour quelque chose en rapport avec le travail, elle pouvait tout simplement l'oublier. Les oreilles de Rena ont rougi sous l'effet de l'embarras. Mais Waylen ne l'a pas forcĂŠe Ă faire quoi que ce soit. L'ascenseur s'est finalement arrĂŞtĂŠ au vingt-huitième ĂŠtage. La secrĂŠtaire de Waylen attendait Ă la porte de l'ascenseur. Elle ĂŠtait surprise de voir Rena avec lui, mais comme elle travaillait depuis des annĂŠes pour cet homme, elle savait qu'il ne fallait rien dire. ÂŤ M. Fowler, votre client est arrivĂŠ Âť, a-t-elle dit poliment. Waylen a lancĂŠ le sac en papier Ă sa secrĂŠtaire et a dit : ÂŤ Envoie-le au pressing. Âť La secrĂŠtaire a acquiescĂŠ et est partie. Waylen a baissĂŠ la tĂŞte et s'est mis Ă manipuler son tĂŠlĂŠphone. Sans lever les yeux, il a dit Ă Rena : ÂŤ Trouve un autre avocat. Âť Ensuite, Waylen a quittĂŠ l'ascenseur juste avant que les portes ne se referment. Rena a serrĂŠ les dents. Quel hypocrite ! Ă la maison, Eloise ĂŠtait de plus en plus anxieuse. Rena ĂŠtait très stressĂŠe et a dĂŠcidĂŠ de rencontrer sa camarade de classe, Vera Byrd. Vera s'ĂŠtait mariĂŠe avec un homme riche de Duefron juste après avoir obtenu son diplĂ´me. Ce mari disposait d'un large ĂŠventail de contacts. Rena, qui n'avait nulle part oĂš aller, a demandĂŠ de l'aide Ă Vera. Elles se sont retrouvĂŠes dans un cafĂŠ et Rena n'a pas perdu de temps pour raconter Ă son amie tout ce qui s'ĂŠtait passĂŠ. Vera a maudit Harold avec vĂŠhĂŠmence. Après avoir dĂŠversĂŠ sa colère, elle a rĂŠflĂŠchi un moment et a demandĂŠ : ÂŤ As-tu vraiment failli passer un moment avec Waylen ? Âť Rena a rougi et a remuĂŠ son cafĂŠ avec raideur. Vera a baissĂŠ le ton et l'a taquinĂŠe : ÂŤ Rena, tu es vraiment quelqu'un d'exceptionnel ! MĂŞme les stars n'arrivent pas Ă attirer l'attention de Waylen. Il y a rarement des ragots sur lui parce qu'il est tellement "chaste". Âť Rena a souri avec amertume et a changĂŠ de sujet. ÂŤ Quoi qu'il en soit, je n'ai pas eu d'autre choix que de me tourner vers toi, Vera. Âť Waylen dĂŠtenait un grand pouvoir et un grand prestige dans les hautes sphères de la sociĂŠtĂŠ. Vera pourrait facilement s'attirer les ennuis si elle osait aider Rena. Mais Vera ĂŠtait l'amie loyale de Rena. Grâce Ă ses relations, elle a rapidement trouvĂŠ l'emploi du temps de Waylen. Le samedi, Waylen avait rendez-vous avec un joueur de golf Ă un club rural Ă trois heures de l'après-midi. Rena s'y est rendue avec Vera et son mari Ă l'heure convenue. Contre toute attente, Harold ĂŠtait ĂŠgalement prĂŠsent. Rena ĂŠtait stupĂŠfaite de la tournure que prenaient les ĂŠvĂŠnements. Vera a pincĂŠ le bras de son mari et s'est ĂŠcriĂŠe : ÂŤ Pourquoi ne nous as-tu pas dit qu'Harold serait aussi lĂ ? Comment Rena peut-elle demander de l'aide Ă Waylen maintenant ? Âť Le mari de Vera a prĂŠsentĂŠ ses excuses. ÂŤ Je suis dĂŠsolĂŠ, Rena ! Je ne savais pas, je le jure ! Âť Avant que Rena ne puisse reculer, Waylen les a aperçus. Waylen, riche et beau, ĂŠtait habillĂŠ d'une tenue de golf blanche. Il avait une grande taille qui le distinguait de tous les autres. Comme au cabinet d'avocats, Waylen a fait semblant de ne pas reconnaĂŽtre Rena et n'a saluĂŠ que le mari de Vera. Celui-ci, flattĂŠ, lui a rendu son sourire. Ensuite, Waylen a jetĂŠ un coup d'Ĺil Ă Rena. Rena avait une peau lisse et souple. Elle avait dĂŠlibĂŠrĂŠment enfilĂŠ des vĂŞtements qui mettaient en valeur son physique. Le tee-shirt blanc moulant lui donnait un air ĂŠnergique, tandis que le short gris clair faisait ressortir ses longues jambes parfaites. Ses cheveux bruns, longs et ondulĂŠs, ĂŠtaient attachĂŠs en chignon, ce qui renforçait son charme. Waylen a jetĂŠ un coup d'Ĺil Ă Rena, puis a demandĂŠ avec dĂŠsinvolture : ÂŤ Et vous ĂŞtes... ? Âť Chapitre 4 Concentrez-vous, Mme Gordon ! Waylen a fait comme s'il ne connaissait pas Rena. Le mari de Vera ĂŠtait plutĂ´t avisĂŠ et n'a pas dĂŠvoilĂŠ son mensonge. ÂŤ M. Fowler, voici une camarade de classe de Vera, Mme Rena Gordon. Elle est professeur de piano. Âť Waylen a souri d'un air entendu. ÂŤ EnchantĂŠ, Mme Gordon ! Âť En disant, il a tendu la main, comme un vrai gentleman. Autour d'eux, les autres hommes d'ĂŠlite les regardaient avec curiositĂŠ. Constatant que la jolie Rena ĂŠtait lĂ pour Waylen, ils ĂŠtaient très jaloux. Quelqu'un a mĂŞme commentĂŠ : ÂŤ M. Fowler, tu as de la chance. Âť Rena ĂŠtait un peu inexpĂŠrimentĂŠe et n'a jamais ĂŠtĂŠ confrontĂŠe Ă cette situation. Elle ne pouvait s'empĂŞcher de rougir et de tendre timidement sa petite main. La grande main de Waylen a serrĂŠ la sienne. Ensuite, Waylen l'a lâchĂŠe et lui a dit avec un sourire charmeur : ÂŤ Mme Gordon, aimeriez-vous jouer une partie de golf avec moi ? Âť Sans attendre de rĂŠponse, Waylen s'est retournĂŠ et a commencĂŠ Ă marcher vers le terrain, comme s'il n'allait pas la laisser refuser. Rena n'a pas eu d'autre choix que de le suivre. Derrière Rena, on pouvait voir Harold tenir le club et les regarder avec un visage sombre. Waylen ĂŠtait de bonne humeur aujourd'hui. Raison pour laquelle il n'ĂŠtait pas du tout impatient, mĂŞme si Rena disait qu'elle ne savait pas jouer au golf. ÂŤ Ne t'en fais pas. je t'apprendrai ! Âť Dès que Waylen a dit cela, tout le monde a compris ce qu'il voulait vraiment, mĂŞme la naĂŻve Rena. Waylen essayait dĂŠlibĂŠrĂŠment de se rapprocher d'elle, ce qui signifiait qu'il n'aimait pas Harold et qu'il voulait le contrarier ! Rena portait un short qui dĂŠvoilait ses longues jambes. Au fur et Ă mesure qu'il se rapprochait d'elle, elle pouvait sentir la chaleur qui ĂŠmanait du corps de Waylen. Rena n'a pas pu s'empĂŞcher de rougir. ÂŤ Concentrez-vous, Mme Gordon ! Âť, lui a chuchotĂŠ Waylen Ă l'oreille. Rena s'est figĂŠe. Waylen lui a tenu les mains, qui tenaient le club. Il lui a ensuite guidĂŠ les bras pour qu'elle fasse un swing parfait. Dès que la balle a ĂŠtĂŠ envoyĂŠe au loin, les gens autour d'eux ont applaudi Ă tout rompre. Tout le monde ĂŠtait impatient de flatter Waylen. ÂŤ M. Fowler et Mme Gordon travaillent bien ensemble ! Âť ÂŤ Oui, M. Fowler lui a très bien enseignĂŠ. Âť ÂŤ Encore un coup, M. Fowler ! Âť Waylen ĂŠtait habituĂŠ Ă entendre les gens lui parler ainsi. Mais ce n'ĂŠtait pas le cas pour Rena. Elle a rougi furieusement. Waylen lui a soufflĂŠ Ă l'oreille. ÂŤ Mme Gordon, pouvons-nous frapper une autre balle ? Âť Waylen ĂŠtait très douĂŠ pour le golf. Au deuxième coup, il a rĂŠussi Ă faire un trou d'un coup. Ceux qui les entouraient ont Ă nouveau applaudi Ă tout rompre. Waylen les a remerciĂŠs d'un signe de la main. L'homme avait l'air si beau et si ĂŠnergique que le cĹur de Rena s'est mis Ă battre la chamade. Ce jour-lĂ , elle ĂŠtait venue lĂ pour essayer de convaincre Waylen, mais en fin de compte, la situation s'ĂŠtait inversĂŠe. Rena savait que si Waylen voulait une femme, la plupart d'entre elles ne rĂŠsisteraient pas Ă son charme. Seulement qu'un homme de son rang ne s'abaisserait pas facilement. Toujours tenant Rena par derrière, Waylen l'a aidĂŠe Ă frapper d'autres coups. Pendant la pause, Rena s'est assise Ă cĂ´tĂŠ de Waylen. Celui-ci n'ĂŠtait pas très bavard. La plupart du temps, il parlait du business avec d'autres personnes, et parfois d'affaires juridiques, mais il ne parlait presque pas avec elle. Se mordant la lèvre, Rena a rĂŠflĂŠchi Ă un moyen de s'attirer ses faveurs. Rena a tendu Ă Waylen une bouteille de boisson et une serviette neuve. Elle s'occupait de lui comme une servante loyale. Naturellement, Waylen a acceptĂŠ. Vera a cru que c'ĂŠtait l'occasion ou jamais. Elle a conduit Rena dans les toilettes pour avoir une discussion entre filles. ÂŤ Je ne m'attendais pas Ă ce que M. Fowler soit aussi un dragueur ! Je l'ai dĂŠjĂ vu plusieurs fois Ă des soirĂŠes, et il a toujours ĂŠtĂŠ très sĂŠrieux. Âť Vera ne voulait pas que Rena tombe pour de vrai amoureuse de Waylen, car elle doutait qu'il l'ĂŠpouse. Harold ĂŠtait le futur beau-frère de Waylen, après tout. Rena l'a rassurĂŠe doucement : ÂŤ Je veux juste le supplier pour qu'il m'aide. Je ne suis pas si naĂŻve, Vera. Âť Vera a soupirĂŠ de soulagement. Au moment oĂš elles s'apprĂŞtaient Ă quitter les toilettes, la porte a ĂŠtĂŠ soudainement ouverte d'un coup de pied. Harold est entrĂŠ Ă grands pas. Sans laisser le temps aux filles de rĂŠagir, il a brusquement poussĂŠ Rena contre le mur. Vera a entrepris de l'ĂŠloigner de son amie avec anxiĂŠtĂŠ. ÂŤ Harold, qu'est-ce que tu fais ? Âť Toutefois, Harold ĂŠtait beaucoup plus fort qu'elle. Sans grand effort, il a poussĂŠ Vera hors des toilettes. La seconde d'après, la porte a ĂŠtĂŠ verrouillĂŠe de l'intĂŠrieur. Vera a frappĂŠ la porte avec force et a grondĂŠ : ÂŤ Harold ! Ouvre la porte ! Ne t'avise pas de lui faire du mal ! Âť Harold s'en moquait ĂŠperdument. Chapitre 5 Une relation de 4 ans Rena, une femme de petite taille, ne faisait pas le poids face Ă Harold, mĂŞme si elle se dĂŠbattait avec acharnement. Harold a ricanĂŠ. ÂŤ Tu es venu pour Waylen, câest ça ? Qu'est-ce qui te fait croire que tu es capable d'y parvenir ? Tout le monde sait qu'il ne se laisse pas facilement entraĂŽner par les femmes. Âť Rena a serrĂŠ les dents et a maudit intĂŠrieurement l'homme en face d'elle. Elle a baissĂŠ les yeux et a dit froidement : ÂŤ Ce ne sont pas tes affaires. Âť Harold l'a regardĂŠe de haut et a ricanĂŠ d'un air incrĂŠdule. ÂŤ Tu as dĂŠlibĂŠrĂŠment abordĂŠ Waylen devant moi. Crois-tu que je m'en soucie ? Âť Cet homme dĂŠgoĂťtait tellement Rena. Elle l'a regardĂŠ avec un dĂŠdain non masquĂŠ et a crachĂŠ : ÂŤ Harold, si tu n'avais pas piĂŠgĂŠ mon père, je ne me serais pas du tout intĂŠressĂŠe Ă la personne que tu vais ĂŠpouser ! Ne te flatte pas ! Âť Harold l'a fixĂŠe sans mot dire. Rena s'est forcĂŠe Ă le regarder dans les yeux. Elle ne voulait pas se montrer faible devant lui. Après un long moment, Harold a gloussĂŠ avec moquerie. ÂŤ Rena, tu accepteras ma proposition d'une manière ou d'une autre ! Tu n'as qu'Ă attendre ! Âť Ensuite, il a ouvert la porte et est parti en claquant la porte derrière lui. AussitĂ´t qu'Harold est parti, Rena a eu les jambes lourdes et a appuyĂŠ la tĂŞte contre le mur pour se soutenir, les larmes coulant lentement le long de ses joues. Quel homme cruel ! Pendant les quatre dernières annĂŠes, Rena avait fait beaucoup pour Harold, mais il n'avait fait que la trahir ! Elle venait seulement de se rendre compte qu'Harold jouait avec ses sentiments depuis le dĂŠbut. Il n'avait jamais voulu l'ĂŠpouser ! En pensant Ă cela, Rena a pleurĂŠ amèrement. ÂŤ Rena ? Âť La voix de Vera l'a ramenĂŠe Ă la raison. Rena s'est essuyĂŠ les larmes et a levĂŠ les yeux. Elle s'est figĂŠe sur place devant le spectacle qui s'offrait Ă elle. Sur le seuil de la porte se tenaient non seulement Vera et son mari, mais aussi Waylen. Celui-ci s'ĂŠtait changĂŠ et portait maintenant une chemise bleu foncĂŠ et un pantalon de costume gris. Vera ĂŠtait inquiète pour Rena, mais elle s'est abstenue de parler d'Harold. Elle a vite trouvĂŠ une solution et a dit : ÂŤ Il s'est mis Ă pleuvoir tout d'un coup, alors jouons au golf une autre fois, d'accord ? Âť Son mari a compris et a rĂŠpondu : ÂŤ Bonne idĂŠe ! Jouons au golf une autre fois. M. Fowler, pouvez-vous raccompagner Rena ? Vera et moi avons quelque chose Ă faire juste après. Âť Waylen a jetĂŠ un bref coup d'Ĺil aux yeux rouges et larmoyants de Rena. Au bout d'un moment, il a acquiescĂŠ. ÂŤ Bien sĂťr. Âť Vera a soupirĂŠ de soulagement, mais en mĂŞme temps, elle s'est sentie un peu mal pour Rena. Le vent soufflait fort, et la pluie ne semblait pas vouloir cesser. En revanche, le tonnerre et les ĂŠclairs ĂŠtaient sans pitiĂŠ. Le parking ĂŠtant Ă ciel ouvert, Waylen est allĂŠ chercher sa voiture. Au bout d'un moment, une Bentley Continental GT dorĂŠe s'est arrĂŞtĂŠe devant Rena. Elle n'avait pas de parapluie, mais elle n'a donc pas osĂŠ demander Ă Waylen de sortir de la voiture pour lui tenir un parapluie. Elle s'est empressĂŠe de monter dans la voiture, la pluie tombant sans relâche. Bien qu'elle ait fait aussi vite que possible, elle ĂŠtait trempĂŠe avant d'avoir bouclĂŠ sa ceinture de sĂŠcuritĂŠ. L'eau dĂŠgoulinant de ses cheveux, elle ĂŠtait un peu mal Ă l'aise, craignant que Waylen ne soit pas content d'elle. Mais l'homme n'a fait que lui jeter un coup d'Ĺil. Sans dire un mot, il a dĂŠmarrĂŠ la voiture. Le club ĂŠtait Ă mi-hauteur de la montagne. Le trajet jusqu'au pied de la montagne prendrait un certain temps, et le climatiseur de la voiture ĂŠtait enclenchĂŠ. Rena n'a pas tardĂŠ Ă trembler de froid et ses lèvres sont devenues pâles et bleues. En attendant que le feu passe au vert, Waylen lui a tendu un manteau et lui a dit : ÂŤ Tiens. Âť Rena l'a remerciĂŠ d'un signe de tĂŞte. Dès que Rena a enfilĂŠ le manteau, elle a soupirĂŠ de soulagement Ă cause de la chaleur que cela lui procurait. Mais Waylen n'a pas ĂŠteint le climatiseur. Il ĂŠtait trop concentrĂŠ sur la route Ă suivre. C'ĂŠtait un jour d'orage, et la circulation ĂŠtait dense en ville. Waylen a allumĂŠ une cigarette et en a tirĂŠ une longue bouffĂŠe, avant de demander nonchalamment : ÂŤ Pendant combien de temps ĂŠtais-tu avec Harold ? Âť Rena s'est raidie Ă cette question. Mais elle n'avait aucune raison d'ĂŞtre malhonnĂŞte. 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Cliquez ici pour en savoir plusđđ | "ÂŤ Si tu acceptes d'ĂŞtre ma maĂŽtresse pendant cinq ans, je peux garantir la sĂťretĂŠ de ton père. Âť Se faisant trahir par son ex-petit ami, Rena ne s'attend pas Ă ce qu'il lui demande de devenir sa maĂŽtresse. === === === Chapitre 1 Un gros bonnet Dans une chambre d'hĂ´tel faiblement ĂŠclairĂŠe, Rena Gordon embrassait passionnĂŠment un bel inconnu. Plus tĂ´t dans la soirĂŠe, l'ex-petit ami de Rena, Harold Moore, avait annoncĂŠ ses fiançailles avec une autre femme. Rena avait ĂŠtĂŠ tellement bouleversĂŠe qu'elle s'ĂŠtait retrouvĂŠe, dâune marnière ou dâune autre, dans la chambre dâun inconnu. Ă prĂŠsent qu'Harold ĂŠtait sur le point d'ĂŠpouser une fille riche sans tenir compte de ses quatre annĂŠes de relation avec Rena, celle-ci pouvait se permettre de se faire plaisir, n'est-ce pas ? Au moment oĂš l'homme lui a retirĂŠ ses vĂŞtements, Rena s'est appuyĂŠe sur l'ĂŠpaule de l'homme et s'est laissĂŠe aller en murmurant : ÂŤ Harold ! Âť L'homme s'est brusquement arrĂŞtĂŠ, quelques secondes plus tard, les lumières se sont allumĂŠes. La lumière vive a provoquĂŠ un plissement des yeux de Rena. Mais lorsque ses yeux se sont enfin adaptĂŠs Ă la lumière, elle a vu clairement le visage de l'homme. C'ĂŠtait Waylen Fowler, l'avocat le plus recherchĂŠ du pays. Il ĂŠtait très cĂŠlèbre dans les milieux juridiques, et il ĂŠtait une ĂŠlite avec d'innombrables propriĂŠtĂŠs. Mais le plus important, Waylen Fowler ĂŠtait le futur beau-frère d'Harold. Rena a dĂŠgrisĂŠ instantanĂŠment. AdossĂŠ au mur, Waylen lui a demandĂŠ avec un lĂŠger sourire : ÂŤ Ă quoi pensais-tu tout Ă l'heure ? Voulais-tu le faire pour rendre Harold jaloux ? Âť Manifestement, Waylen venait aussi de la reconnaĂŽtre. Rena ne pouvait pas faire semblant de ne pas connaĂŽtre cet homme. Waylen ĂŠtait cĂŠlèbre, après tout. Rena ne l'avait pas reconnu tout Ă l'heure simplement Ă cause de l'alcool. Comme Rena savait qu'elle ne pouvait pas se permettre d'offenser un tel personnage, elle a baissĂŠ la tĂŞte et a prĂŠsentĂŠ ses excuses docilement. ÂŤ Je suis dĂŠsolĂŠe, M. Fowler. Je ne savais pas ce que je faisais. Âť Heureusement que M. Fowler ne lui a pas compliquĂŠ les choses. Après la conversation, Waylen s'est redressĂŠ et lui a lancĂŠ un manteau. ÂŤ Mets-le, je te ramène. Âť Rena l'a remerciĂŠ doucement. Dans la Bentley de Waylen, bien qu'aucun des deux n'ait parlĂŠ pendant tout le trajet, Rena jetait de temps en temps un coup d'Ĺil Ă l'homme. L'homme avait un visage anguleux et une mâchoire parfaite. Bien que Rena ne connaisse pas la marque de la chemise qu'il portait, elle pouvait constater qu'elle ĂŠtait très chère. Après quelques minutes de silence, Waylen a arrĂŞtĂŠ la voiture devant leur destination. Il a tournĂŠ lĂŠgèrement la tĂŞte et a regardĂŠ les jambes fines et droites de la jeune femme pendant quelques secondes avant de lui tendre sa carte de visite. Rena comprenait ce que cela signifiait. Elle ĂŠtait surprise que Waylen veuille encore garder le contact avec elle après avoir dĂŠcouvert son identitĂŠ. MalgrĂŠ le fait qu'il soit charmant, Rena a hĂŠsitĂŠ. C'ĂŠtait une mauvaise idĂŠe de s'embrouiller avec un gros bonnet comme lui, alors elle a dit : ÂŤ M. Fowler, nous ferions mieux de ne pas rester en contact. Âť Waylen a haussĂŠ les ĂŠpaules d'un air indiffĂŠrent. Rena ĂŠtait vraiment belle, mais Waylen ne la forcerait pas si elle n'ĂŠtait pas intĂŠressĂŠe. Il a donc rangĂŠ sa carte de visite dans sa poche et a dit : ÂŤ Le conservatisme te va bien. Âť Rena ĂŠtait un peu gĂŞnĂŠe, mais avant qu'elle ne puisse rĂŠpondre, Waylen est sorti de la voiture et lui a ouvert la porte comme un gentleman. Dès que Rena est descendue, la voiture s'est ĂŠloignĂŠe lentement. Une brise fraĂŽche a soufflĂŠ sur elle, la faisant frissonner. C'est alors qu'elle s'est rendu compte qu'elle avait oubliĂŠ de lui rendre le manteau. Pendant que Rena hĂŠsitait Ă essayer de le rattraper ou pas, son tĂŠlĂŠphone s'est mis Ă sonner. En jetant un coup d'Ĺil Ă l'afficheur, elle a vu que c'ĂŠtait sa belle-mère Eloise qui l'appelait. La voix anxieuse de celle-ci a retenti Ă l'autre bout du fil dès qu'elle a dĂŠcrochĂŠ : ÂŤ Rena, reviens Ă la maison tout de suite ! Il s'est passĂŠ quelque chose de grave ! Âť Rena a tentĂŠ de lui poser des questions, mais Eloise n'a pas rĂŠussi Ă lui expliquer clairement au tĂŠlĂŠphone et s'est contentĂŠe de la supplier de rentrer Ă la maison le plus vite possible. Chapitre 2 Pas un homme ordinaire Dès que Rena est entrĂŠe dans la maison, elle a trouvĂŠ Eloise assise dans le canapĂŠ, hĂŠbĂŠtĂŠe. Les yeux rouges d'Eloise donnaient l'impression d'avoir pleurĂŠ. Rena a regardĂŠ autour d'elle et a demandĂŠ avec anxiĂŠtĂŠ : ÂŤ Qu'est-ce qui s'est passĂŠ, Eloise ? OĂš est papa ? Âť Eloise ĂŠtait la deuxième femme du père de Rena. La femme n'a pas pu s'empĂŞcher de s'effondrer Ă l'ĂŠvocation de son mari. ÂŤ Harold est tellement cruel ! Quand le Groupe Moore ĂŠtait en difficultĂŠ il y a quelques annĂŠes, tu ne l'as jamais abandonnĂŠ. Maintenant que leur entreprise a retrouvĂŠ son ĂŠquilibre, non seulement il t'a larguĂŠe, mais aussi il a essayĂŠ d'envoyer ton père en prison ! Ton père est maintenant au centre de dĂŠtention Ă cause de ce garçon ingrat ! Âť Après une courte pause, Rena a dit Ă voix basse : ÂŤ Laisse-moi parler Ă Harold. Âť MĂŞme si Rena et Harold avaient rompu, ils ĂŠtaient ensemble depuis longtemps. Rena pensait qu'Harold ne serait pas aussi impitoyable. Elle a donc composĂŠ le numĂŠro de tĂŠlĂŠphone d'Harold. Rapidement, l'appel a ĂŠtĂŠ connectĂŠ. Rena a suppliĂŠ : ÂŤ Harold, nous nous sommes dĂŠjĂ sĂŠparĂŠs. S'il te plaĂŽt, ne dĂŠverse pas ta colère sur mon père. Âť Mais Harold s'est contentĂŠ de ricaner froidement. ÂŤ Quelqu'un doit ĂŞtre tenu pour responsable des pertes. Âť Avant que Rena ne puisse demander de la pitiĂŠ, Harold a repris la parole. ÂŤ Il y a en fait une autre façon de rĂŠgler ceci... Si tu acceptes d'ĂŞtre ma maĂŽtresse pendant cinq ans, je laisserai ton père partir. Âť Rena a tremblĂŠ de colère. ÂŤ Harold, tu me dĂŠgoĂťtes ! Âť Harold a rĂŠpondu d'un ton enjouĂŠ : ÂŤ Tu as toujours su quel genre de personne je suis, n'est-ce pas ? Âť Rena a serrĂŠ les dents et a crachĂŠ : ÂŤ Je refuse ! Pas question ! Âť Harold s'en est moquĂŠ. ÂŤ Alors tu ferais mieux d'engager un bon avocat pour ton père. Après tout, une telle somme d'argent le mettra derrière les barreaux pour au moins une dĂŠcennie. Âť Rena a rĂŠpliquĂŠ : ÂŤ J'engagerai le meilleur avocat du pays ! Âť ÂŤ Veux-tu dire Waylen ? Âť, a demandĂŠ Harold avec un petit rire suffisant. ÂŤ As-tu oubliĂŠ que c'est mon futur beau-frère ? Penses-tu qu'il t'aidera vraiment pour le procès ? Âť Rena a serrĂŠ les poings si fort que ses jointures sont devenues blanches. Elle n'a trouvĂŠ aucun mot pour rĂŠfuter. Harold a souri et a ajoutĂŠ : ÂŤ Rena, j'attendrai que tu me supplies de te reprendre ! Âť Rena a raccrochĂŠ brusquement le tĂŠlĂŠphone, trop furieuse pour continuer Ă ĂŠcouter les propos de cet homme. Ayant entendu leur conversation, Eloise a maugrĂŠĂŠ : ÂŤ Ne t'inquiète pas, Rena. Nous ne le laisserons jamais te faire du mal ! Âť Des larmes de colère ont coulĂŠ sur les joues d'Eloise. ÂŤ Mais Harold a raison. M. Fowler est son futur beau-frère. Pourquoi nous aiderait-il ? Rena, il doit y avoir une solution... Âť Rena a baissĂŠ la tĂŞte. Au bout d'un moment, elle a dit Ă voix basse : ÂŤ J'ai rencontrĂŠ M. Fowler une fois. Je vais tenter de le convaincre. Âť Eloise l'a regardĂŠe avec incrĂŠdulitĂŠ. C'ĂŠtait une femme particulièrement perspicace. Alors seulement, Eloise a remarquĂŠ que le manteau de l'homme drapĂŠ autour des ĂŠpaules de Rena, elle a devinĂŠ ce qui s'ĂŠtait passĂŠ. Mais elle ĂŠtait rĂŠticente Ă interroger Rena Ă ce sujet. Il ĂŠtait difficile pour Rena de retrouver Waylen. Dans le hall du cabinet d'avocats Sterling, la rĂŠceptionniste a poliment rejetĂŠ la demande de Rena. ÂŤ J'ai bien peur de ne pas pouvoir vous laisser monter sans rendez-vous, madame. Âť Rena s'est pincĂŠ les lèvres, regrettant de ne pas avoir pris la carte de visite de l'homme hier soir. ÂŤ Si je prends rendez-vous maintenant, quand pourrai-je le voir ? Âť, a-t-elle demandĂŠ anxieusement. La rĂŠceptionniste a vĂŠrifiĂŠ et a rĂŠpondu : ÂŤ Dans un demi-mois. Âť Le cĹur de Rena s'est effondrĂŠ. Ă ce moment-lĂ , les portes de l'ascenseur se sont ouvertes et un homme et une femme en sont sortis. L'homme n'ĂŠtait autre que Waylen ! Il portait un costume noir sur mesure, ressemblant au top premier de la sociĂŠtĂŠ. En revanche, Rena ne connaissait pas la femme. Elle avait l'air d'avoir une trentaine d'annĂŠes et ĂŠtait très belle. Les yeux de Waylen ont croisĂŠ ceux de Rena, mais il a fait comme s'il ne la connaissait pas et a raccompagnĂŠ la cliente jusqu'Ă la porte. Waylen a serrĂŠ la main de la femme et lui a dit au revoir. La femme a dit avec coquetterie : ÂŤ Si vous n'aviez pas ĂŠtĂŠ lĂ , M. Fowler, je n'aurais pas obtenu un centime de mon ex-mari ! Vous n'imaginez pas Ă quel point il a ĂŠtĂŠ avare avec moi après avoir eu sa maĂŽtresse... Âť Waylen a esquissĂŠ un lĂŠger sourire. ÂŤ Ăa fait partie du boulot. Âť La femme l'a ensuite dĂŠvisagĂŠ et lui a demandĂŠ : ÂŤ M. Fowler, aimeriez-vous prendre un cafĂŠ avec moi ? Âť Rena a regardĂŠ la belle femme et s'est dit qu'aucun homme ordinaire ne pourrait la repousser. Mais Waylen a fait exception. Il a jetĂŠ un coup d'Ĺil Ă sa montre et a poliment refusĂŠ. ÂŤ Je crains d'avoir un rendez-vous plus tard. Âť La femme savait que Waylen ne s'intĂŠressait pas Ă elle, mais a eu la politesse de ne pas le dire franchement. Après lui avoir dit au revoir, la femme est montĂŠe dans sa voiture et s'en est allĂŠe. Une fois la femme partie, Waylen s'est rendu directement Ă la rĂŠception et a demandĂŠ Ă Rena : ÂŤ As-tu changĂŠ d'avis ? Âť Chapitre 3 Quel hypocrite ! Visiblement, Rena s'est raidie. D'une manière maladroite, elle a brandi un sac en papier et a expliquĂŠ : ÂŤ Je suis venue te rendre ton manteau. Âť Waylen a acquiescĂŠ et a pris le sac. ÂŤ Merci. Âť Sans rien ajouter, il s'est dirigĂŠ vers l'ascenseur. Rena est sortie de sa transe et s'est dĂŠpĂŞchĂŠe de le rattraper. ÂŤ M. Fowler, il y a quelque chose que je... Âť Les portes de l'ascenseur se sont ouvertes dès que Waylen a appuyĂŠ sur le bouton. Sans hĂŠsiter, Rena l'a suivi Ă l'intĂŠrieur. Voyant cela, Waylen l'a regardĂŠe d'un Ĺil inquisiteur. Ensuite, il a lissĂŠ sa chemise et a dit avec indiffĂŠrence : ÂŤ Je ne m'occuperai pas de ton affaire. Âť Rena s'est tue. On dirait que Waylen ĂŠtait dĂŠjĂ au courant de l'affaire concernant son père ! Rena a baissĂŠ la tĂŞte et a demandĂŠ doucement : ÂŤ Harold t'a-t-il demandĂŠ de ne pas t'occuper de mon affaire ? Âť Waylen l'a regardĂŠe dans le miroir et a souri. ÂŤ Je n'aime pas mĂŠlanger mes affaires privĂŠes avec le travail. Âť Rena a compris ce qu'il voulait dire. Si elle venait le voir pour quelque chose en rapport avec le travail, elle pouvait tout simplement l'oublier. Les oreilles de Rena ont rougi sous l'effet de l'embarras. Mais Waylen ne l'a pas forcĂŠe Ă faire quoi que ce soit. L'ascenseur s'est finalement arrĂŞtĂŠ au vingt-huitième ĂŠtage. La secrĂŠtaire de Waylen attendait Ă la porte de l'ascenseur. Elle ĂŠtait surprise de voir Rena avec lui, mais comme elle travaillait depuis des annĂŠes pour cet homme, elle savait qu'il ne fallait rien dire. ÂŤ M. Fowler, votre client est arrivĂŠ Âť, a-t-elle dit poliment. Waylen a lancĂŠ le sac en papier Ă sa secrĂŠtaire et a dit : ÂŤ Envoie-le au pressing. Âť La secrĂŠtaire a acquiescĂŠ et est partie. Waylen a baissĂŠ la tĂŞte et s'est mis Ă manipuler son tĂŠlĂŠphone. Sans lever les yeux, il a dit Ă Rena : ÂŤ Trouve un autre avocat. Âť Ensuite, Waylen a quittĂŠ l'ascenseur juste avant que les portes ne se referment. Rena a serrĂŠ les dents. Quel hypocrite ! Ă la maison, Eloise ĂŠtait de plus en plus anxieuse. Rena ĂŠtait très stressĂŠe et a dĂŠcidĂŠ de rencontrer sa camarade de classe, Vera Byrd. Vera s'ĂŠtait mariĂŠe avec un homme riche de Duefron juste après avoir obtenu son diplĂ´me. Ce mari disposait d'un large ĂŠventail de contacts. Rena, qui n'avait nulle part oĂš aller, a demandĂŠ de l'aide Ă Vera. Elles se sont retrouvĂŠes dans un cafĂŠ et Rena n'a pas perdu de temps pour raconter Ă son amie tout ce qui s'ĂŠtait passĂŠ. Vera a maudit Harold avec vĂŠhĂŠmence. Après avoir dĂŠversĂŠ sa colère, elle a rĂŠflĂŠchi un moment et a demandĂŠ : ÂŤ As-tu vraiment failli passer un moment avec Waylen ? Âť Rena a rougi et a remuĂŠ son cafĂŠ avec raideur. Vera a baissĂŠ le ton et l'a taquinĂŠe : ÂŤ Rena, tu es vraiment quelqu'un d'exceptionnel ! MĂŞme les stars n'arrivent pas Ă attirer l'attention de Waylen. Il y a rarement des ragots sur lui parce qu'il est tellement "chaste". Âť Rena a souri avec amertume et a changĂŠ de sujet. ÂŤ Quoi qu'il en soit, je n'ai pas eu d'autre choix que de me tourner vers toi, Vera. Âť Waylen dĂŠtenait un grand pouvoir et un grand prestige dans les hautes sphères de la sociĂŠtĂŠ. Vera pourrait facilement s'attirer les ennuis si elle osait aider Rena. Mais Vera ĂŠtait l'amie loyale de Rena. Grâce Ă ses relations, elle a rapidement trouvĂŠ l'emploi du temps de Waylen. Le samedi, Waylen avait rendez-vous avec un joueur de golf Ă un club rural Ă trois heures de l'après-midi. Rena s'y est rendue avec Vera et son mari Ă l'heure convenue. Contre toute attente, Harold ĂŠtait ĂŠgalement prĂŠsent. Rena ĂŠtait stupĂŠfaite de la tournure que prenaient les ĂŠvĂŠnements. Vera a pincĂŠ le bras de son mari et s'est ĂŠcriĂŠe : ÂŤ Pourquoi ne nous as-tu pas dit qu'Harold serait aussi lĂ ? Comment Rena peut-elle demander de l'aide Ă Waylen maintenant ? Âť Le mari de Vera a prĂŠsentĂŠ ses excuses. ÂŤ Je suis dĂŠsolĂŠ, Rena ! Je ne savais pas, je le jure ! Âť Avant que Rena ne puisse reculer, Waylen les a aperçus. Waylen, riche et beau, ĂŠtait habillĂŠ d'une tenue de golf blanche. Il avait une grande taille qui le distinguait de tous les autres. Comme au cabinet d'avocats, Waylen a fait semblant de ne pas reconnaĂŽtre Rena et n'a saluĂŠ que le mari de Vera. Celui-ci, flattĂŠ, lui a rendu son sourire. Ensuite, Waylen a jetĂŠ un coup d'Ĺil Ă Rena. Rena avait une peau lisse et souple. Elle avait dĂŠlibĂŠrĂŠment enfilĂŠ des vĂŞtements qui mettaient en valeur son physique. Le tee-shirt blanc moulant lui donnait un air ĂŠnergique, tandis que le short gris clair faisait ressortir ses longues jambes parfaites. Ses cheveux bruns, longs et ondulĂŠs, ĂŠtaient attachĂŠs en chignon, ce qui renforçait son charme. Waylen a jetĂŠ un coup d'Ĺil Ă Rena, puis a demandĂŠ avec dĂŠsinvolture : ÂŤ Et vous ĂŞtes... ? Âť Chapitre 4 Concentrez-vous, Mme Gordon ! Waylen a fait comme s'il ne connaissait pas Rena. Le mari de Vera ĂŠtait plutĂ´t avisĂŠ et n'a pas dĂŠvoilĂŠ son mensonge. ÂŤ M. Fowler, voici une camarade de classe de Vera, Mme Rena Gordon. Elle est professeur de piano. Âť Waylen a souri d'un air entendu. ÂŤ EnchantĂŠ, Mme Gordon ! Âť En disant, il a tendu la main, comme un vrai gentleman. Autour d'eux, les autres hommes d'ĂŠlite les regardaient avec curiositĂŠ. Constatant que la jolie Rena ĂŠtait lĂ pour Waylen, ils ĂŠtaient très jaloux. Quelqu'un a mĂŞme commentĂŠ : ÂŤ M. Fowler, tu as de la chance. Âť Rena ĂŠtait un peu inexpĂŠrimentĂŠe et n'a jamais ĂŠtĂŠ confrontĂŠe Ă cette situation. Elle ne pouvait s'empĂŞcher de rougir et de tendre timidement sa petite main. La grande main de Waylen a serrĂŠ la sienne. Ensuite, Waylen l'a lâchĂŠe et lui a dit avec un sourire charmeur : ÂŤ Mme Gordon, aimeriez-vous jouer une partie de golf avec moi ? Âť Sans attendre de rĂŠponse, Waylen s'est retournĂŠ et a commencĂŠ Ă marcher vers le terrain, comme s'il n'allait pas la laisser refuser. Rena n'a pas eu d'autre choix que de le suivre. Derrière Rena, on pouvait voir Harold tenir le club et les regarder avec un visage sombre. Waylen ĂŠtait de bonne humeur aujourd'hui. Raison pour laquelle il n'ĂŠtait pas du tout impatient, mĂŞme si Rena disait qu'elle ne savait pas jouer au golf. ÂŤ Ne t'en fais pas. je t'apprendrai ! Âť Dès que Waylen a dit cela, tout le monde a compris ce qu'il voulait vraiment, mĂŞme la naĂŻve Rena. Waylen essayait dĂŠlibĂŠrĂŠment de se rapprocher d'elle, ce qui signifiait qu'il n'aimait pas Harold et qu'il voulait le contrarier ! Rena portait un short qui dĂŠvoilait ses longues jambes. Au fur et Ă mesure qu'il se rapprochait d'elle, elle pouvait sentir la chaleur qui ĂŠmanait du corps de Waylen. Rena n'a pas pu s'empĂŞcher de rougir. ÂŤ Concentrez-vous, Mme Gordon ! Âť, lui a chuchotĂŠ Waylen Ă l'oreille. Rena s'est figĂŠe. Waylen lui a tenu les mains, qui tenaient le club. Il lui a ensuite guidĂŠ les bras pour qu'elle fasse un swing parfait. Dès que la balle a ĂŠtĂŠ envoyĂŠe au loin, les gens autour d'eux ont applaudi Ă tout rompre. Tout le monde ĂŠtait impatient de flatter Waylen. ÂŤ M. Fowler et Mme Gordon travaillent bien ensemble ! Âť ÂŤ Oui, M. Fowler lui a très bien enseignĂŠ. Âť ÂŤ Encore un coup, M. Fowler ! Âť Waylen ĂŠtait habituĂŠ Ă entendre les gens lui parler ainsi. Mais ce n'ĂŠtait pas le cas pour Rena. Elle a rougi furieusement. Waylen lui a soufflĂŠ Ă l'oreille. ÂŤ Mme Gordon, pouvons-nous frapper une autre balle ? Âť Waylen ĂŠtait très douĂŠ pour le golf. Au deuxième coup, il a rĂŠussi Ă faire un trou d'un coup. Ceux qui les entouraient ont Ă nouveau applaudi Ă tout rompre. Waylen les a remerciĂŠs d'un signe de la main. L'homme avait l'air si beau et si ĂŠnergique que le cĹur de Rena s'est mis Ă battre la chamade. Ce jour-lĂ , elle ĂŠtait venue lĂ pour essayer de convaincre Waylen, mais en fin de compte, la situation s'ĂŠtait inversĂŠe. Rena savait que si Waylen voulait une femme, la plupart d'entre elles ne rĂŠsisteraient pas Ă son charme. Seulement qu'un homme de son rang ne s'abaisserait pas facilement. Toujours tenant Rena par derrière, Waylen l'a aidĂŠe Ă frapper d'autres coups. Pendant la pause, Rena s'est assise Ă cĂ´tĂŠ de Waylen. Celui-ci n'ĂŠtait pas très bavard. La plupart du temps, il parlait du business avec d'autres personnes, et parfois d'affaires juridiques, mais il ne parlait presque pas avec elle. Se mordant la lèvre, Rena a rĂŠflĂŠchi Ă un moyen de s'attirer ses faveurs. Rena a tendu Ă Waylen une bouteille de boisson et une serviette neuve. Elle s'occupait de lui comme une servante loyale. Naturellement, Waylen a acceptĂŠ. Vera a cru que c'ĂŠtait l'occasion ou jamais. Elle a conduit Rena dans les toilettes pour avoir une discussion entre filles. ÂŤ Je ne m'attendais pas Ă ce que M. Fowler soit aussi un dragueur ! Je l'ai dĂŠjĂ vu plusieurs fois Ă des soirĂŠes, et il a toujours ĂŠtĂŠ très sĂŠrieux. Âť Vera ne voulait pas que Rena tombe pour de vrai amoureuse de Waylen, car elle doutait qu'il l'ĂŠpouse. Harold ĂŠtait le futur beau-frère de Waylen, après tout. Rena l'a rassurĂŠe doucement : ÂŤ Je veux juste le supplier pour qu'il m'aide. Je ne suis pas si naĂŻve, Vera. Âť Vera a soupirĂŠ de soulagement. Au moment oĂš elles s'apprĂŞtaient Ă quitter les toilettes, la porte a ĂŠtĂŠ soudainement ouverte d'un coup de pied. Harold est entrĂŠ Ă grands pas. Sans laisser le temps aux filles de rĂŠagir, il a brusquement poussĂŠ Rena contre le mur. Vera a entrepris de l'ĂŠloigner de son amie avec anxiĂŠtĂŠ. ÂŤ Harold, qu'est-ce que tu fais ? Âť Toutefois, Harold ĂŠtait beaucoup plus fort qu'elle. Sans grand effort, il a poussĂŠ Vera hors des toilettes. La seconde d'après, la porte a ĂŠtĂŠ verrouillĂŠe de l'intĂŠrieur. Vera a frappĂŠ la porte avec force et a grondĂŠ : ÂŤ Harold ! Ouvre la porte ! Ne t'avise pas de lui faire du mal ! Âť Harold s'en moquait ĂŠperdument. Chapitre 5 Une relation de 4 ans Rena, une femme de petite taille, ne faisait pas le poids face Ă Harold, mĂŞme si elle se dĂŠbattait avec acharnement. Harold a ricanĂŠ. ÂŤ Tu es venu pour Waylen, câest ça ? Qu'est-ce qui te fait croire que tu es capable d'y parvenir ? Tout le monde sait qu'il ne se laisse pas facilement entraĂŽner par les femmes. Âť Rena a serrĂŠ les dents et a maudit intĂŠrieurement l'homme en face d'elle. Elle a baissĂŠ les yeux et a dit froidement : ÂŤ Ce ne sont pas tes affaires. Âť Harold l'a regardĂŠe de haut et a ricanĂŠ d'un air incrĂŠdule. ÂŤ Tu as dĂŠlibĂŠrĂŠment abordĂŠ Waylen devant moi. Crois-tu que je m'en soucie ? Âť Cet homme dĂŠgoĂťtait tellement Rena. Elle l'a regardĂŠ avec un dĂŠdain non masquĂŠ et a crachĂŠ : ÂŤ Harold, si tu n'avais pas piĂŠgĂŠ mon père, je ne me serais pas du tout intĂŠressĂŠe Ă la personne que tu vais ĂŠpouser ! Ne te flatte pas ! Âť Harold l'a fixĂŠe sans mot dire. Rena s'est forcĂŠe Ă le regarder dans les yeux. Elle ne voulait pas se montrer faible devant lui. Après un long moment, Harold a gloussĂŠ avec moquerie. ÂŤ Rena, tu accepteras ma proposition d'une manière ou d'une autre ! Tu n'as qu'Ă attendre ! Âť Ensuite, il a ouvert la porte et est parti en claquant la porte derrière lui. AussitĂ´t qu'Harold est parti, Rena a eu les jambes lourdes et a appuyĂŠ la tĂŞte contre le mur pour se soutenir, les larmes coulant lentement le long de ses joues. Quel homme cruel ! Pendant les quatre dernières annĂŠes, Rena avait fait beaucoup pour Harold, mais il n'avait fait que la trahir ! Elle venait seulement de se rendre compte qu'Harold jouait avec ses sentiments depuis le dĂŠbut. Il n'avait jamais voulu l'ĂŠpouser ! En pensant Ă cela, Rena a pleurĂŠ amèrement. ÂŤ Rena ? Âť La voix de Vera l'a ramenĂŠe Ă la raison. Rena s'est essuyĂŠ les larmes et a levĂŠ les yeux. Elle s'est figĂŠe sur place devant le spectacle qui s'offrait Ă elle. Sur le seuil de la porte se tenaient non seulement Vera et son mari, mais aussi Waylen. Celui-ci s'ĂŠtait changĂŠ et portait maintenant une chemise bleu foncĂŠ et un pantalon de costume gris. Vera ĂŠtait inquiète pour Rena, mais elle s'est abstenue de parler d'Harold. Elle a vite trouvĂŠ une solution et a dit : ÂŤ Il s'est mis Ă pleuvoir tout d'un coup, alors jouons au golf une autre fois, d'accord ? Âť Son mari a compris et a rĂŠpondu : ÂŤ Bonne idĂŠe ! Jouons au golf une autre fois. M. Fowler, pouvez-vous raccompagner Rena ? Vera et moi avons quelque chose Ă faire juste après. Âť Waylen a jetĂŠ un bref coup d'Ĺil aux yeux rouges et larmoyants de Rena. Au bout d'un moment, il a acquiescĂŠ. ÂŤ Bien sĂťr. Âť Vera a soupirĂŠ de soulagement, mais en mĂŞme temps, elle s'est sentie un peu mal pour Rena. Le vent soufflait fort, et la pluie ne semblait pas vouloir cesser. En revanche, le tonnerre et les ĂŠclairs ĂŠtaient sans pitiĂŠ. Le parking ĂŠtant Ă ciel ouvert, Waylen est allĂŠ chercher sa voiture. Au bout d'un moment, une Bentley Continental GT dorĂŠe s'est arrĂŞtĂŠe devant Rena. Elle n'avait pas de parapluie, mais elle n'a donc pas osĂŠ demander Ă Waylen de sortir de la voiture pour lui tenir un parapluie. Elle s'est empressĂŠe de monter dans la voiture, la pluie tombant sans relâche. Bien qu'elle ait fait aussi vite que possible, elle ĂŠtait trempĂŠe avant d'avoir bouclĂŠ sa ceinture de sĂŠcuritĂŠ. L'eau dĂŠgoulinant de ses cheveux, elle ĂŠtait un peu mal Ă l'aise, craignant que Waylen ne soit pas content d'elle. Mais l'homme n'a fait que lui jeter un coup d'Ĺil. Sans dire un mot, il a dĂŠmarrĂŠ la voiture. Le club ĂŠtait Ă mi-hauteur de la montagne. Le trajet jusqu'au pied de la montagne prendrait un certain temps, et le climatiseur de la voiture ĂŠtait enclenchĂŠ. Rena n'a pas tardĂŠ Ă trembler de froid et ses lèvres sont devenues pâles et bleues. En attendant que le feu passe au vert, Waylen lui a tendu un manteau et lui a dit : ÂŤ Tiens. Âť Rena l'a remerciĂŠ d'un signe de tĂŞte. Dès que Rena a enfilĂŠ le manteau, elle a soupirĂŠ de soulagement Ă cause de la chaleur que cela lui procurait. Mais Waylen n'a pas ĂŠteint le climatiseur. Il ĂŠtait trop concentrĂŠ sur la route Ă suivre. C'ĂŠtait un jour d'orage, et la circulation ĂŠtait dense en ville. Waylen a allumĂŠ une cigarette et en a tirĂŠ une longue bouffĂŠe, avant de demander nonchalamment : ÂŤ Pendant combien de temps ĂŠtais-tu avec Harold ? Âť Rena s'est raidie Ă cette question. Mais elle n'avait aucune raison d'ĂŞtre malhonnĂŞte. 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Seguir leyendođđ | Estaba ansiosa por presentarle a su abuela, pero se topĂł con ĂŠl abrazando a su primer amor... ======= CapĂtulo 1 El regreso de la exnovia Raegan Hayes estaba un poco distraĂda. No podĂa pensar en nada mĂĄs que en las palabras del mĂŠdico. "ÂĄFelicitaciones! EstĂĄ embarazada". De repente, Mitchel Dixon le pellizcĂł el brazo. "Oye, Âżen quĂŠ estĂĄs pensando?". Antes de que ella pudiera responder, Mitchel se levantĂł. Luego, ĂŠl entrĂł al baĂąo. Raegan permaneciĂł inmĂłvil en la enorme cama. Sus mechones hĂşmedos se pegaban a sus sienes y mejillas. Estaba mirando al techo con los ojos llenos de lĂĄgrimas. DespuĂŠs de un rato, sacĂł el informe de embarazo del cajĂłn del velador. HabĂa ido al hospital por un incesante dolor de estĂłmago. Tras un anĂĄlisis de orina, el mĂŠdico le dio la noticia. ÂĄTenĂa alrededor de cinco semanas de embarazo! Era toda una sorpresa. Mitchel y ella nunca planeaban el embarazo. Tras devanarse los sesos, recordĂł el dĂa de la concepciĂłn. HabĂa sido el mes pasado, despuĂŠs de una fiesta. Mitchel la llevĂł a casa... Adentro del baĂąo, se escuchaba correr el agua. Mitchel era su esposo y llevaban dos aĂąos casados en secreto. Era su jefe en el trabajo, el presidente del Grupo Dixon. Todo habĂa sucedido con suma rapidez. ReciĂŠn la habĂan contratado en la empresa cuando accidentalmente se conocieron en una fiesta. DĂas mĂĄs tarde, el abuelo de Mitchel enfermĂł de gravedad. Fue entonces cuando ĂŠl propuso un matrimonio falso para cumplir el Ăşltimo deseo del anciano. Ambos firmaron un acuerdo prenupcial y acordaron esconder su matrimonio al pĂşblico. Era probable que su uniĂłn terminara en cualquier momento. Era una ocasiĂłn poco convencional. Sin embargo, Raegan se consideraba afortunada. Ni en un millĂłn de aĂąos pensĂł que se casarĂa con el hombre del que estuvo enamorada durante ocho aĂąos, asĂ que aceptĂł con entusiasmo. Mitchel estuvo muy ocupado despuĂŠs de la boda, ya que trabajaba la mayor parte del tiempo. Raegan deseaba estar mĂĄs con ĂŠl en casa. Pero se sentĂa tranquila porque no tenĂa rumores ni escĂĄndalos con otras mujeres. A pesar de su leve indiferencia, Mitchel era el esposo perfecto. Raegan tuvo sentimientos encontrados mientras observaba el resultado de la prueba de embarazo. Finalmente decidiĂł contarle la verdad a Mitchel. TambiĂŠn querĂa decirle que no lo habĂa conocido recientemente, sino que lo habĂa amado desde hacĂa muchos aĂąos. De repente, la ducha del baĂąo dejĂł de sonar. En cuanto Mitchel saliĂł, sonĂł su telĂŠfono, asĂ que saliĂł al balcĂłn con una toalla de baĂąo para contestar la llamada. Raegan comprobĂł la hora y vio que ya era medianoche. No pudo evitar sentirse incĂłmoda. ÂżQuiĂŠn lo llamaba a una hora tan intempestiva? Mitchel estuvo unos minutos en el balcĂłn. Luego, regresĂł a la habitaciĂłn. Su cuerpo era un espectĂĄculo digno de contemplar. TenĂa voluminosos abdominales en su vientre y sus brazos eran fuertes y musculosos. ÂĄEra un excelente hombre! Aunque Raegan lo habĂa visto asĂ antes, se sonrojĂł y su corazĂłn comenzĂł a acelerarse. Ajeno a sus miradas, Mitchel agarrĂł su camisa y sus pantalones de traje de la cama, se los puso y se anudĂł la corbata con sus delgados dedos. Su hermoso rostro tenĂa un contorno claro que lo hacĂa verse mĂĄs digno esa noche. Era toda una obra de arte. "No me esperes despierta". ÂżQuĂŠ? ÂżIba a salir? ÂżA estas horas? Raegan agarrĂł con mĂĄs fuerza la prueba de embarazo mientras le daba una mirada decepcionada. Inconscientemente retirĂł la mano. "Ya es muy tarde", soltĂł despuĂŠs de pensar un rato. Los dedos de Mitchel se quedaron congelados sobre su corbata. Con una leve sonrisa, le pellizcĂł el lĂłbulo de la oreja. "ÂżTe da miedo la oscuridad?". Raegan se sonrojĂł hasta la raĂz del cabello. Estaba a punto de responder cuando Mitchel la soltĂł. "PĂłrtate bien, ÂżsĂ? Necesito hacer algo. No me esperes despierta". Tras esas palabras, se dirigiĂł hacia la puerta. "Mitchel". Raegan corriĂł para alcanzarlo. Mitchel se dio vuelta y la mirĂł con seriedad. "ÂżQuĂŠ pasa?". HabĂa un ĂĄpice de frialdad en su voz. Una nube negra descendiĂł sobre ellos mientras se miraban fijamente. Un poco angustiada, Raegan dijo en voz baja: "Me gustarĂa visitar maĂąana a mi abuela. ÂżPuedes acompaĂąarme?". Su frĂĄgil y enferma abuela siempre querĂa verla. Por eso querĂa llevar a Mitchel y asegurarle que eran muy felices. "Hablemos maĂąana al respecto". Sin aceptar ni negarse, Mitchel se marchĂł apresuradamente. Varios pensamientos rondaban la mente de Raegan mientras se duchaba y regresaba a la cama. No podĂa conciliar el sueĂąo. Tras dar vueltas y vueltas, se levantĂł de la cama y se preparĂł un vaso de leche caliente. Algunas noticias en lĂnea llegaron a su telĂŠfono. Pero, como no le interesaban, estaba a punto de eliminarlas cuando una llamĂł su atenciĂłn. El conocido nombre la hizo abrir el artĂculo. La noticia decĂa: "La famosa diseĂąadora Lauren Murray fue vista hoy en el aeropuerto con su misterioso novio". Lauren llevaba un sombrero amplio. La figura del hombre se veĂa vaga, pero el contorno de su cuerpo bastaba para mostrar que era apuesto. Raegan agrandĂł la imagen y su corazĂłn dio un vuelco. ÂĄEra Mitchel! ÂżHabĂa cancelado la reuniĂłn de la tarde para recoger a su exnovia del aeropuerto? Raegan se sintiĂł molesta, como si tuviera una roca en el estĂłmago. Sus manos estaban temblando y marcĂł inconscientemente el nĂşmero de Mitchel. El tono de llamada la devolviĂł a sus sentidos. Estaba a punto de colgar cuando, de repente, se conectĂł la lĂnea y se escuchĂł una voz desde el otro lado. "ÂĄHola!". Era una suave voz de mujer. Raegan se quedĂł paralizada y tirĂł el telĂŠfono. Fue entonces cuando sintiĂł nĂĄuseas y la bilis subiĂł a su garganta. CubriĂŠndose la boca, fue corriendo al baĂąo y vomitĂł en la taza del vĂĄter. A la maĂąana siguiente, Raegan llegĂł temprano al trabajo. Mitchel le habĂa insistido en que dejara de trabajar despuĂŠs de casarse, pero ella querĂa ganar su propio dinero. A pesar de que no se opuso, Mitchel le pidiĂł que trabajara como su asistente y lo ayudara con las tareas diarias. Matteo Jenkins, el asistente principal, estaba a cargo de sus asuntos mĂĄs importantes. Era el Ăşnico empleado de la empresa que sabĂa sobre su matrimonio. Desde el principio, la oficina del presidente solo tenĂa asistentes hombres. Reagan era la primera y Ăşnica mujer. Su contrataciĂłn habĂa roto el protocolo, asĂ que otros trabajadores se preguntaban si estaba aquĂ por la puerta trasera o era alguien especial para Mitchel. Pero luego se dieron cuenta de que ĂŠl no le daba un trato especial. Curiosamente, eso hizo que la despreciaran mĂĄs. DespuĂŠs de todo, la empresa es un campo de batalla. Era extraĂąo que Raegan mantuviera tanto tiempo su trabajo siendo tan incompetente. En ese momento, uno de sus colegas le entregĂł un documento y le pidiĂł que lo llevara a la oficina de Mitchel. El hombre no habĂa regresado a casa anoche. Raegan estaba tan preocupada que no pudo pegar un ojo toda la noche. No podĂa pensar en nada mĂĄs que en la mujer que contestĂł su telĂŠfono cuando ella habĂa llamado. ÂżMitchel estaba con esta en aquel momento? Raegan no podĂa aceptar ese hecho. Pero intentĂł mantener la calma momentĂĄneamente. Pasara lo que pasara, merecĂa un resultado gratificante por todos sus aĂąos amando a Mitchel. No podĂa ser en vano, Âżverdad? Con mucha calma, presionĂł el botĂłn del ascensor y subiĂł a la oficina del presidente. Antes de salir, se alisĂł el cabello para asegurarse de tener buen aspecto. Cuando llegĂł a la oficina, vio que la puerta estaba entreabierta. Adentro se escuchaba la voz de un hombre, asĂ que se detuvo al instante. "ÂĄVamos! ÂżSientes algo por Raegan o no?". Era Luis Stevens, un amigo de la infancia de Mitchel. "ÂżQuĂŠ quieres decir?", preguntĂł Mitchel frĂamente. "ÂĄSabes exactamente lo que quiero decir!". Luis chasqueĂł la lengua con impaciencia. "Raegan me parece una buena chica. ÂżNo es tu tipo?". "ÂżAcaso a ti te gusta ella?", preguntĂł Mitchel descuidadamente. "ÂżSabes quĂŠ? ÂĄOlvĂdalo!". La risa de Luis sonĂł bastante dura en los oĂdos de Raegan. Hablaban de ella como si fuera una cosa. Respirando hondo, agarrĂł con mĂĄs fuerza el documento. Pronto volviĂł a escucharse la voz de Luis. "Por cierto, esta maĂąana vi los rumores sobre el misterioso novio de Lauren. Eras tĂş, Âżverdad?". "SĂ". "ÂĄVaya, vaya! Esa mujer todavĂa te tiene comiendo de la palma de su mano. Siempre la complaces". Luis suspirĂł y siguiĂł burlĂĄndose de Mitchel. "La ausencia aumenta el cariĂąo. Dime, Âżustedes dos...?". Su conversaciĂłn explotĂł como un trueno sobre la cabeza de Raegan. Su rostro palideciĂł y su cuerpo se volviĂł tan frĂo como el hielo. ÂĄAsĂ que el que al lado de Lauren sĂ fue Mitchel! Cada palabra se clavĂł en su corazĂłn como un cuchillo. De repente, varias voces susurrantes llenaron su mente. Estaba mareada. Su visiĂłn se puso borrosa. Raegan se sostuvo de la pared y retrocediĂł un paso. Fue entonces cuando la puerta se abriĂł desde dentro. "ÂżRaegan?". CapĂtulo 2 Amor unilateral Fue Luis quien abriĂł la puerta, como si fuera a salir. Raegan juntĂł las manos y se volviĂł hacia ĂŠl con un asentimiento. "ÂĄHola, seĂąor Stevens!". Sin esperar una respuesta a su saludo, pasĂł junto a ĂŠl y entrĂł a la oficina con el documento. Mitchel estaba sentado tras un amplio y lujoso escritorio. Se veĂa bastante guapo con ese traje y corbata a juego. Raegan notĂł que no era el mismo atuendo que llevaba cuando saliĂł de casa anoche. ÂżCĂłmo se habĂa cambiado? Con la mirada gacha, se tragĂł la pregunta y dijo: "SeĂąor Dixon, esto es del Departamento de Marketing. Por favor, fĂrmelo". Mitchel mirĂł inexpresivo el documento mientras lo firmaba. Raegan saliĂł inmediatamente despuĂŠs. Luis aĂşn seguĂa parado en el umbral. No fue hasta que ella se perdiĂł de vista que se volviĂł hacia Mitchel. "ÂĄOye!", susurrĂł. "ÂżCrees que nos escuchĂł?". Los atractivos ojos de Mitchel no mostraron ninguna emociĂłn. Era obvio que no estaba escuchando a su amigo. En su opiniĂłn, Raegan siempre habĂa sido dĂłcil y nunca habĂa tenido celos de nadie. Su obediencia era todo lo que ĂŠl le exigĂa a cambio de tratarla bien. En el ascensor, Raegan aguantĂł la respiraciĂłn para retener sus lĂĄgrimas. Pero no le funcionĂł. HabĂa pensado que dos aĂąos serĂan suficientes para que Mitchel se diera cuenta de lo mucho que ella lo amaba y le correspondiera. Ahora resultaba que no era mĂĄs que una ilusiĂłn. Siempre tendrĂa un papel secundario frente a Lauren, su verdadero amor. Reagan se secĂł las lĂĄgrimas una vez que el ascensor se detuvo. De no ser por su rostro pĂĄlido, se veĂa normal cuando se abrieron las puertas. Luego, fue hacia la sala de descanso para prepararse una taza de tĂŠ. Varios empleados estaban charlando adentro. "Chicos, Âżse han enterado? Lauren Murray ha regresado del extranjero". "ÂżY quiĂŠn es ella?". "ÂĄOh, Dios mĂo! ÂżNo la conoces? Es la heredera del Grupo Murray y una diseĂąadora bastante reconocida. Y sobre todo es la Ăşnica novia que el seĂąor Dixon ha mostrado pĂşblicamente. ÂĄEs su primer amor!". "ÂżPor quĂŠ es tan importante que haya vuelto? ÂżNo se rumorea que el seĂąor Dixon tiene algo con Raegan?". "ÂżRaegan? ÂĄImposible! El seĂąor Dixon nunca admitiĂł estar saliendo con ella, y es exigente a la hora de elegir pereja. Solo mĂrala. Ni siquiera es tan hermosa. Sin embargo, se comporta como si ya fuera la seĂąora Dixon. ÂĄQuĂŠ ridĂcula!". En la puerta, Raegan esbozĂł una sonrisa burlona mientras los escuchaba. Todos los demĂĄs veĂan la verdad excepto ella. Su amor era unilateral. "ÂĄJa, ja! ÂżLa seĂąora Dixon se despertĂł de su sueĂąo salvaje?". De repente, escuchĂł una voz detrĂĄs de sĂ. Raegan se volviĂł para encontrarse con Tessa Lloyd, la prima de Mitchel, quien siempre la habĂa despreciado. Tessa tambiĂŠn debĂa haber oĂdo los chismes de los empleados. Lo Ăşltimo que Raegan querĂa era discutir con ella en la empresa, asĂ que se dio la vuelta para irse, pero la mujer le bloqueĂł el camino. Con una taza de cafĂŠ en la mano, Tessa comentĂł sarcĂĄsticamente: "Lauren ha regresado. ÂżCrees que Mitchel te seguirĂĄ dando atenciĂłn?". Raegan se quedĂł callada. Tras unos segundos, Tessa continuĂł con sus burlas. "Me enterĂŠ de que eres buena en fingir. ÂżQuĂŠ pasarĂĄ si te desenmascaro delante de todos? SĂŠ que te gusta la compaĂąĂa de hombres...". Raegan apretĂł los puĂąos. "SeĂąorita Lloyd, estamos en la empresa", espetĂł. "Si te interesan esos negocios, ya sabes adĂłnde ir". "TĂş...". El rostro de Tessa se transformĂł. RĂĄpidamente levantĂł la mano y vaciĂł la taza de cafĂŠ sobre Raegan. Esta Ăşltima no pensĂł ni por un segundo que Tessa harĂa una locura como esa, asĂ que alzĂł los brazos para bloquear el lĂquido de su cara. El cafĂŠ le quemĂł el brazo. "ÂĄAy!", gritĂł Raegan, frunciendo el ceĂąo debido al dolor. "ÂżPor quĂŠ hiciste eso? ÂżEstĂĄs loca?". Como era la hora del almuerzo, muchos empleados pudieron ver el escĂĄndalo. Tessa se mostrĂł aĂşn mĂĄs complaciente cuando vio que el nĂşmero de espectadores aumentaba. "ÂżPor quĂŠ eres tan engreĂda?", escupiĂł. "ÂżDe verdad crees que todos no saben que eres una pobre sin padres? Y tienes el descaro de...". De repente, se escuchĂł un grito. Tessa habĂa sido silenciada por una bofetada. Ahora estaba boquiabierta. No habĂa esperado que la callada y tĂmida Raegan la abofeteara. Tessa se sostuvo la mejilla y se la quedĂł mirando un rato. "TĂş...", tartamudeĂł. "ÂżMe pegaste? ÂĄÂżCĂłmo te atreves?!". "ÂĄSĂ, te peguĂŠ!", espetĂł Raegan. "Parece que necesitas aprender a tener cortesĂa". SĂ, habĂa perdido a sus padres cuando era niĂąa, pero no permitirĂa que alguien la pisoteara por eso. Tessa crispĂł el rostro mientras fruncĂa el ceĂąo rabiosamente. Como prima de Mitchel, estaba acostumbrada a que la elogiaran y respetaran. Esto nunca habĂa sucedido antes. "ÂĄRaegan!". Tessa arremetiĂł contra Raegan como un toro furioso y alzĂł la mano para devolverle la bofetada. Pero Raegan estaba preparada para lo que se avecinaba, asĂ que agarrĂł la muĂąeca de Tessa con tanta fuerza que esta no pudo moverse. Como era mĂĄs baja, luchĂł como un pulpo, cuyos tentĂĄculos se habĂan atascado en una trampa, "ÂżCĂłmo te atreves a ponerme tus sucias manos encima?", maldijo. "ÂżQuiĂŠn te crees que eres? ÂĄSolo eres la sirvienta de Mitchel!". Sus duras palabras atrajeron a mĂĄs personas a la sala de descanso. "ÂĄSuficiente!". De la nada, se escuchĂł una fuerte voz desde atrĂĄs. Mitchel habĂa salido de su oficina, solo para encontrarse con ese alboroto. Toda la sala se sumiĂł en un profundo silencio. "ÂżMitchell?". Tessa se quedĂł helada cuando vio a su primo, ya que siempre le habĂa tenido miedo. Su madre tambiĂŠn le advertĂa que no lo provocara. No obstante, cuando recordĂł a Raegan abofeteĂĄndola, puso una expresiĂłn lastimera y comenzĂł a sollozar. "Mitchel, mira mi rostro. ÂĄMe abofeteĂł!". La luz del sol caĂa sobre el hermoso rostro de Mitchel. Raegan se sintiĂł muy afligida y bajĂł la cabeza para mirar la parte posterior de su brazo, quemada por el cafĂŠ. Las miradas de ambos se encontraron. Con el ceĂąo fruncido, Mitchel dijo: "Raegan, Âżolvidaste las reglas de la empresa?". Raegan contuvo la respiraciĂłn ante su crueldad. No podĂa creer lo que estaba escuchando. Nadie se atreviĂł a hacer ningĂşn sonido. Raegan se quedĂł parada con su esbelta figura. Cuando la contrataron, Mitchel le advirtiĂł que el Grupo Dixon no era un lugar para que perdiera el tiempo y que no tolerarĂa ningĂşn error suyo. Raegan entendĂa por quĂŠ adoptaba esa postura. No obstante, estaba desesperada por saber si habĂa oĂdo esas duras palabras de Tessa o si solo estaba fingiendo porque estaba de acuerdo. ÂżEn serio solo la veĂa como una sirvienta? Aterrada de recibir la ira de Mitchel, la multitud no tardĂł en dispersarse. Algunos empleados se atrevieron a mirar desde la distancia, pues no querĂa perderse de un buen espectĂĄculo. Raegan se estremeciĂł de pies a cabeza cuando vio los ojos frĂos de Mitchel. Mirando a Tessa, se pellizcĂł la palma de la mano para reprimir sus emociones. "Lo siento, seĂąorita Lloyd. Como empleada del Grupo Dixon, fue mi error golpearla". Tessa alzĂł la barbilla con complacencia. "ÂĄJa! No crees que quedarĂĄs libre de culpa con una simple disculpa. No lo creo...". "La bofetada no tiene nada que ver con la empresa, asĂ que me niego a disculparme contigo. Ahora me retiro", agregĂł Raegan. Luego, pasĂł junto a Mitchel sin mirarlo de nuevo. "TĂş... ÂĄAlto!". Tessa estaba echando humo. JamĂĄs en toda su vida habĂa sido tan humillada. Siempre era la acosadora, no la vĂctima. La humillaciĂłn era tanta que ni siquiera se tranquilizarĂa haciendo pedazos a Raegan. "Mitchel, Âżescuchaste lo que acaba de decir esa mujer?", gritĂł seĂąalĂĄndola. "A pesar de que me abofeteĂł, sigue siendo muy arrogante. Dile que regrese. ÂĄLa abofetearĂŠ hasta que llore pidiendo piedad!". Mitchel observĂł la delgada espalda de Raegan con una expresiĂłn ambigua. "ÂĄBasta!", espetĂł alzando la mano. Tessa no creĂa que su primo tuviera debilidad por Raegan. Supuso que ella no le importaba en absoluto. "La prĂłxima vez, conseguirĂŠ a alguien que le dĂŠ una lecciĂłn a esa tipa", siseĂł con los dientes apretados. "ÂĄTessa!". Mitchel la reprendiĂł con un tono helado mientras entrecerraba los ojos. Tessa empezĂł a temblar. "Solo te lo dirĂŠ una vez", agregĂł ĂŠl sombrĂamente. "OlvĂdate de lo que pasĂł hoy. Deja tranquila a Raegan". Tessa sintiĂł su boca secarse. Todas las malvadas ideas que tenĂa contra Raegan desaparecieron en un instante. "EstĂĄ bien...", tartamudeĂł. "Entiendo...". Mitchel le lanzĂł una mirada frĂa y se volviĂł hacia Matteo. "A partir de hoy, las personas irrelevantes no tendrĂĄn permitida la entrada". Tessa empezĂł a halagar su decisiĂłn. "ÂĄMuy bien! Esta es una empresa muy importante. No todo el mundo puede entrar aquĂ". Matteo dio un asentimiento a su jefe, se acercĂł a Tessa y le mostrĂł la salida. "SeĂąorita Lloyd, por aquĂ, por favor". Solo entonces Tessa se dio cuenta de que ella era la persona irrelevante. Si bien intentĂł hablar con su primo, Matteo le bloqueĂł el paso y los guardias de seguridad la echaron. No tuvieron ni un poco de piedad. Era inĂştil luchar. Mientras tanto, Raegan se cambiĂł de ropa cuando regresĂł a su oficina. TenĂa el corazĂłn lleno de tristeza mientras recordaba la mirada de Mitchel hacĂa unos minutos. Pronto llegĂł la hora de salida. Raegan tomĂł su bolso y se dirigiĂł hacia la puerta, pero Matteo la detuvo. "El seĂąor Dixon tiene que resolver algo urgente, asĂ que me pidiĂł que la llevara a casa". Raegan lo rechazĂł sin pensarlo dos veces. Antes estaba ciega, pero ahora veĂa toda la situaciĂłn. No era nadie a los ojos de Mitchel. ÂżCĂłmo podĂa acompaĂąarla a visitar a su abuela si ni siquiera se preocupaba por ella? Al llegar al hospital, Raegan encontrĂł a la enfermera a punto de darle la cena a su abuela. Raegan asumiĂł su puesto e hizo el trabajo. Su abuela siempre habĂa vivido en el campo, disfrutando de una vida tranquila. Pero todo cambiĂł el mes pasado, cuando su chequeo mĂŠdico mostrĂł que sus pĂĄncreas estaban mal. Raegan insistiĂł en traerla a la ciudad para que recibiera un mejor tratamiento. Su abuela no sabĂa sobre su matrimonio con Mitchel. Raegan habĂa planeado sorprenderla, pero ya no era necesario. Una vez que su abuela se quedĂł dormida, saliĂł del hospital y esperĂł un taxi. A lo lejos, un lujoso auto negro se detuvo en la entrada. Los ojos de Raegan se iluminaron. Era el vehĂculo de Mitchel. ÂżHabĂa venido para recogerla? En ese momento, olvidĂł todo el dolor que habĂa sufrido. ÂżLo habĂa malinterpretado? ÂżDe verdad se preocupaba por ella, contrariamente a los rumores? La puerta del conductor se abriĂł y Mitchel saliĂł del auto. Raegan caminĂł hacia ĂŠl con el corazĂłn rebosante de alegrĂa. Pero se detuvo en seco. Mitchel acababa de caminar hacia el otro lado para sacar a una mujer del vehĂculo. Su hermoso rostro era una mĂĄscara de angustia y compasiĂłn. La sonrisa de Raegan desapareciĂł y su corazĂłn se hundiĂł. CapĂtulo 3 Hay que divorciarnos La figura alta de Mitchel se acercaba cada vez mĂĄs a Raegan; sin pronunciar una palabra, pasĂł junto a ella. Era difĂcil saber si realmente la vio o si decidiĂł ignorarla a propĂłsito. Raegan, por su parte, notĂł que la mujer que lo iba tomando del brazo era la misma que ayer fue fotografiada con ĂŠl; su nombre era Lauren. Raegan sintiĂł como si sus zapatos estuvieran hechos de plomo mientras se alejaba, perdiendo por completo la nociĂłn de las cosas que sucedĂan a su alrededor; distraĂda, parĂł un taxi y lo abordĂł. De repente, el chĂłfer dijo: "SeĂąorita, Âża dĂłnde la llevo?". Raegan quedĂł atĂłnita por un momento. Volver a su casa en Villas Serenity era el Ăşltimo que querĂa hacer en ese momento, despuĂŠs de todo, era solo cuestiĂłn de tiempo antes de que ese lugar dejara de ser su hogar. DespuĂŠs de un rato, finalmente respondiĂł: "Por favor, llĂŠveme a Crystal Bay". Ella comprĂł un apartamento en dicha zona despuĂŠs de casarse con Mitchel. En su momento, tenĂa esperanzas de traer a su abuela a la ciudad, por lo que comprĂł ese apartamento con ayuda de una hipoteca; no era tan grande, pero tenĂa espacio mĂĄs que suficiente para dos personas. Su esposo nunca entendiĂł por quĂŠ querĂa comprar un apartamento; incluso se ofreciĂł a regalarle uno mĂĄs grande, pero ella se negĂł. Al recapitular todo lo que hizo en el pasado, se dio cuenta de que comprar ese apartamento fue la Ăşnica decisiĂłn acertada que tomĂł a lo largo de los Ăşltimos dos aĂąos. Cuando llegĂł al complejo de apartamentos, Raegan se sentĂł sola en el patio, esto en un intento por despejar su mente. Los recuerdos de los Ăşltimos dos aĂąos eran agridulces; el tiempo pareciĂł transcurrir en un abrir y cerrar de ojos a pesar de que fueron mĂĄs de setecientos dĂas y noches. Bien decĂan que el amor podĂa mover montaĂąas, pero en el caso de Raegan, su amor no fue capaz de mover en lo mĂĄs mĂnimo aquella piedra llamada Mitchel. Finalmente se dio cuenta de lo tonta que fue, convirtiĂŠndose en el hazmerreĂr de todos. Ya era tarde en la noche cuando la chica finalmente decidiĂł entrar a su apartamento. En cuanto saliĂł del ascensor, vio a su esposo parado frente a la puerta. Sus mangas estaban arremangadas casualmente y los botones superiores de su camisa desabrochados, lo que dejaba al descubierto su largo cuello y parte de su clavĂcula; apoyado en la pared junto a la puerta, su hermoso rostro lucĂa serio. Raegan se quedĂł paralizado por un momento. ÂżPor quĂŠ ĂŠl estaba ahĂ? ÂżNo se suponĂa que estaba en el hospital con Lauren? ÂżQuĂŠ lo trajo aquĂ? Sus ojos se encontraron casi de inmediato. Con el abrigo doblado sobre su brazo y una de las manos en el bolsillo, el hombre entrecerrĂł los ojos en cuanto se percatĂł de su presencia. "ÂżPor quĂŠ no contestaste el telĂŠfono?", preguntĂł ĂŠl con un poco de molestia en su tono. Raegan sacĂł su celular y vio que accidentalmente lo habĂa puesto en modo silencioso; descubriĂł que tenĂa cinco llamadas perdidas de su esposo. ÂżMitchel le hizo tantas llamadas porque no pudo encontrarla? ÂĄEra un suceso sorprendente! Antes de hoy, esto la habrĂa hecho sentir fascinada. Pero ahora, la chica simplemente puso de vuelta su celular en su bolso, se cruzĂł de brazos y dijo con voz ronca: "No lo escuchĂŠ sonar". Mitchel levantĂł la mano para revisar la hora en su reloj antes de pronunciar con impaciencia: "Te estuve buscando durante dos horas seguidas". DespuĂŠs de arreglar todo para Lauren, regresĂł a casa solo para encontrarla vacĂa. BuscĂł a su esposa por todas partes, pero al no hallarla por ningĂşn lado, le pidiĂł a Matteo que revisara las imĂĄgenes de las cĂĄmaras de vigilancia de todos los caminos que salĂan de la empresa. MĂĄs tarde descubriĂł que la chica habĂa ido a Crystal Bay sin notificarle con antelaciĂłn. "La prĂłxima vez avĂsame cuando tengas planeado venir aquĂ, Âżde acuerdo? Anda, volvamos a casa", dicho esto, el hombre caminĂł hacia el ascensor sin dedicarle otra mirada, mostrando abiertamente su intenciĂłn de volver a las Villas Serenity. Pese a sus palabras, Raegan no se moviĂł ni un centĂmetro; ella se limitĂł a mirar su ancha espalda mientras reflexionaba con cierto disgusto. QuerĂa que le avisara cuando tuviera planeado volver aquĂ... Pero, Âżacaso habrĂa un futuro para ambos? Mitchell se dio vuelta solo para ver que su esposa no habĂa avanzado ni un solo paso. Frunciendo el ceĂąo, ĂŠl le preguntĂł: "ÂżNo puedes caminar? ÂżQuieres que te cargue?". La luz del pasillo iluminaba su rostro, haciendo que su perfil lateral luciera casi perfecto. La chica respirĂł hondo antes de declarar: "Hay que divorciarnos". "ÂżDe quĂŠ hablas?", la voz de Mitchel sonĂł frĂa y su hermoso rostro cambiĂł de inmediato. "Quiero vivir en mi propia casa, despuĂŠs de todo, pronto nos convertiremos en completos extraĂąos". La chica forzĂł una sonrisa, pero su corazĂłn se estrujĂł dolorosamente, como si alguien lo estuviera destrozando poco a poco. "ÂżSeremos completos extraĂąos?", Mitchel sonriĂł con frialdad antes de lanzar una pregunta directa: "ÂżQuĂŠ clase de relaciĂłn crees que sostenemos actualmente?". Su interrogatorio dejĂł a Raegan atĂłnita por un momento. Este hombre se lo habĂa dejado muy en claro desde el principio; su matrimonio era una mera fachada que se produjo de mutuo acuerdo y donde no existĂa el amor. En opiniĂłn de los demĂĄs, no eran mĂĄs que jefe y subordinada. Mitchel era uno de los hombres mĂĄs atractivos y codiciados en Ardlens; muchas jĂłvenes ansiaban su amor e incluso estaban dispuestas a emprender toda clase de acciones con tal de obtener su atenciĂłn. La pregunta que le hizo momentos atrĂĄs le recordĂł a la chica todos estos hechos. ÂżAcaso Mitchel tenĂa miedo de que ella no lo dejara ir tan fĂĄcilmente? Si ese fuera el caso, no podrĂa estar mĂĄs equivocado... DespuĂŠs de morderse el labio inferior para ocultar su amargura, Raegan dijo: "Lo siento, seĂąor Dixon. Creo que pensĂŠ demasiado las cosas, pero sĂ necesito que de ahora en adelante me dejes en paz. No tienes que volver a venir aquĂ". DespuĂŠs de decir eso, ella no pudo evitar romper en llanto. ÂżCĂłmo no iba a estar triste despuĂŠs de cortar todo vĂnculo con el hombre que habĂa amado durante una dĂŠcada? Se trataba de un periodo bastante considerable, pero independientemente de lo difĂcil que fuera, sabĂa que era hora de superarlo; tenĂa que dejar de soĂąar. Curiosamente, en ese momento la luz del pasillo empezĂł a parpadear. La mirada hostil que Mitchel le estaba dedicando a la chica hizo que la chica se estremeciera. Aunque ĂŠl entendĂa que las mujeres a veces se comportaban de manera extraĂąa, sentĂa que Raegan acababa de cruzar la lĂnea. Los ojos del hombre brillaban como antorchas ardientes en ese momento, pero cuando vio las lĂĄgrimas que derramaba su esposa, la rabia dentro de ĂŠl se extinguiĂł al instante. Entonces, dijo en voz baja: "Si esto es por lo que pasĂł entre Tessa y tĂş, yo...". "No, no se trata de ella. SeĂąor Dixon, por favor, vete lo antes posible". En realidad habĂan sucedido muchas cosas entre ambos, y el incidente con Tessa era el mĂĄs insignificante de todos. SintiĂŠndose exhausta, Raegan pasĂł junto a su esposo y se preparĂł para abrir la puerta. Mitchel no estaba nada satisfecho con esta exhibiciĂłn de terquedad; tras desatarse la corbata con irritaciĂłn, ĂŠl dio un paso adelante y la agarrĂł por la muĂąeca. "Detente, Âżquieres?". Un segundo despuĂŠs, le pasĂł el brazo por el hombro y la abrazĂł; en ese instante se dio cuenta de que la chica estaba ardiendo, como si alguien acabara de prenderle fuego. "ÂżTienes fiebre?". Raegan se sintiĂł mareada, por lo que apoyĂł dĂŠbilmente la cabeza sobre el hombro de su esposo. Esto complicĂł aĂşn mĂĄs la situaciĂłn; Mitchel bajĂł la cabeza para mirarla. Reagan tardĂł en percatarse de lo que estaba sucediendo; cuando finalmente se dio cuenta de que su cuerpo estaba demasiado cerca del de ĂŠl, tratĂł de alejarse. Para su mala suerte, antes de que pudiera escapar, el hombre tirĂł de ella hacia atrĂĄs y la sujetĂł por la cintura. Con una expresiĂłn gĂŠlida, dijo en voz baja: "ÂżA dĂłnde crees que vas?". La luz volviĂł a parpadear. De la nada, Mitchel la levantĂł y luego se dirigiĂł al ascensor. Aturdida, Raegan preguntĂł suavemente: "ÂżQuĂŠ estĂĄs haciendo?". "ÂżQuĂŠ te parece que estoy haciendo?", comentĂł ĂŠl. "Obviamente te voy a llevar al hospital". "ÂĄPor supuesto que no!", la chica gritĂł a causa de la sorpresa y pareciĂł recuperar mĂĄs fuerzas. ExistĂa la posibilidad de que se complicara su embarazo en caso de recibir un tratamiento inadecuado; aunque el bebĂŠ no llegĂł en un momento adecuado, seguĂa siendo su pequeĂąo y era su deber protegerlo. Raegan siguiĂł luchando por liberarse de los brazos que la mantenĂan cautiva. 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Having taken out her contact lenses, her vision was blurred and she couldn't see the screen clearly, but when she saw the familiar surname of her best friend, she tapped on it and sent her a message. "Send me some recommendations. I'm in the mood to watch what you just said." Seconds later, she received a reply. "?" Bethany frowned and, still drunk, joked, "Don't play ignorant! Either send me movies or send me a hot guy. I'm in Room 1501." After hitting send, Bethany waited expectantly for a reply, only to be met with crickets. Just as she was about to get out of bed for some water, the doorbell suddenly rang. She didn't think too much of it and walked right over. After all, Aimee wouldn't actually send a man to her room in the middle of the night, would she? As soon as she opened the door, Bethany went as stiff as a board. "Mr. Bates?" He seemed to have just taken a shower. His short hair was still dripping wet, and he was wearing nothing but a black silk robe. Because of his tall and strong frame, he towered over her and practically blocked the doorway. His handsome face was partially obscured in the darkness, his eyes no longer as indifferent and detached as usual. Instead, he looked like a hungry beast, staring at its prey. "Mr. Bates, what can I do for-" Before she could finish her sentence, she felt a pair of big hands grabbing the back of her head. The next second, she felt his rough lips pressed against hers. Bethany could taste the sickly sweetness of wine on his tongue. Before she could understand what was happening, she was thrown on the bed and the man climbed on top of her. It was obvious that Jonathan Bates was drunk. Otherwise, why would the CEO of Ensson Corporation come to a lowly assistant's hotel room? Bethany's first instinct was to fight back, but all of a sudden, she stopped struggling. It was her first time being with a man. Her alcohol-addled brain started to consider that maybe sleeping with such a handsome, rich, and powerful one would be a good thing. Jonathan wouldn't remember who she was, just like how he didn't remember that they were seat mates in junior high for nearly a year. As a low-level assistant at the company, Bethany rarely crossed paths with their CEO. No one would ever believe that she had slept with him. After mulling over it for a few seconds, she finally plucked up the courage to wrap her arms around his neck in the moonlight. Chapter 2 The Duality Of Jonathan Bates In the wee hours of the morning, Bethany woke up to find the man next to her still fast asleep. He was so close that his steady breath tickled her neck, making it hard for her to lie still. Oh, God! What had she done? She had slept with her boss! Eyes wide as saucers, Bethany held her breath and carefully extricated herself from his arms. Without a moment to lose, she quickly got dressed, packed her things, and ran to the hotel's front desk to check into another room. Wondering what the hell happened last night, she checked her phone and found that the dirty texts she had sent hadn't gone to her best friend, Aimee Bates. No, she had mistakenly texted someone else who had the same surname-Jonathan Bates, her boss and CEO of Ensson Corporation. A few years ago, at a junior high school reunion, the class monitor had created a chat group and asked everyone to add each other as friends. Bethany clearly remembered that it was Jonathan who had added her, but he never messaged her, and vice versa. Bethany ran her fingers through her wild hair in distress, unable to wrap her head around the fact that she had made such a stupid mistake. She checked into her new room and sat down, trying to calm herself down. Then, she decisively took out her phone and left the high school chat group. She changed her social media name from Bethany to Lily and replaced her profile picture with that of a stock photo of a random girl she downloaded from the Internet. Now, Jonathan wouldn't know who she was. She figured it wouldn't be necessary to unfriend Jonathan. And since Room 1501 was booked by the company, there were no traces that could lead to her. After taking these precautions, Bethany finally put her phone aside and went back to sleep. The next thing she knew, her alarm clock was blaring into her ears. Today, she had to go to Glora Company with her manager to discuss additional funding. The net value of the project had plummeted to its limit loss. The other party demanded replenishing, or they would sell the securities assets. In this emergency, the investment department was lucky to use Jonathan's private plane to fly to Degend for business. After washing her face and brushing her teeth, Bethany hurried to the hotel lobby with the documents in hand. Shortly after, Aimee came downstairs, muttering unhappily, "Carson Smith insisted we weren't the replenishing party, but I went to the trust company and checked the contract. His name was clearly on the copy!" "Shh, Carson's coming. Don't let him hear you," Bethany warned. Just then, she noticed a tall man surrounded by a group of people walking out of the elevator. It was Jonathan. He had changed the silk robe he wore last night into a well-tailored black suit. His thick eyebrows were slightly furrowed, his thin lips tightly pursed as he listened to his secretary's report on something. As he walked across the lobby, he didn't even spare a glance at Bethany. Jonathan's cold demeanor was well-known in the business world. His sharp, handsome face was always reserved and arrogant. He didn't talk much, but his mere presence was enough to make the very air around him drop several hundred degrees. Bethany tried her best to recall, but the man in front of her seemed so different from the one who had kissed her so passionately last night. It seemed she might have remembered it all wrong. "Oh, my God, Mr. Bates is so handsome. I would literally die to sleep with him for just one night!" Aimee whispered to Bethany excitedly, failing to notice Bethany's visible discomfort. "We both have the same surname, but why is there such a huge gap between us? Hey, earth to Bethany! Hello?" Aimee touched Bethany's arm, snapping her back to reality. Bethany immediately lowered her head, trying to avoid being seen by Jonathan. But just as he and the group of people were about to reach the exit, he stopped in his tracks and said to his secretary, "Find out who was checked into Room 1501 last night." Hearing those numbers, Bethany felt as if her legs were filled with lead. Her mind went completely blank, and she could only vaguely hear Aimee exclaim, "1501? That's where Bethany slept last night!" Aimee's loud voice drew everyone's attention, including Jonathan's. Fortunately for Bethany, he quickly lost interest and headed for the door as though nothing happened. His entourage followed, and together, they all left the hotel. As soon as they were gone, Aimee poked Bethany with an inquisitive look in her eye. "That was weird, huh? Why would Mr. Bates be interested in your room?" Aimee was puzzled. She had expected something sensational to happen, but unexpectedly, Jonathan left as though the revelation meant nothing to him. Bethany breathed a sigh of relief and replied, "My room has a good view. Maybe he wants to stay there." "Seriously?" "Don't forget he's the CEO!" Aimee shrugged. Bethany's words made sense-since she and Jonathan were from two completely different worlds, nothing could have happened between them. "Do you think a gorgeous yet cold man like Mr. Bates is good in b*d?" she suddenly asked, wriggling her brows at Bethany playfully. Bethany was speechless. Aimee's fantasies were exaggerated, but as for his size... Bethany suddenly realized her mind was drifting off to more inappropriate thoughts. She shook her head, banishing those dirty images to the back of her brain. She blamed Aimee for being a bad influence. Suddenly, Bethany froze. She quickly flipped through the documents in her hand. "Damn it." She may left the project contract in Room 1501 when she hurriedly made her escape...... ...... As a simple assistant, messaging the CEO in the dead of night to request shares of adult films was a bold move. Bethany, unsurprisingly, didn't receive any films. However, the CEO responded that, while he had no films to share, he could offer a live demonstration. After a night filled with passion, Bethany was certain she'd lose her job. But instead, her boss proposed, "Marry me. Please consider it." "Mr. Bates, you're kidding me, right?" What happens next? 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Read next chapterđ | âPresident, look at your ex-wifeâs social media platform!â "Leaving the capital has nothing to do with me!" "In the photo, she is holding a child who looks very similar to you. Doesn't it matter?" He immediately dropped the document and rushed out! ============= Chapter 1 Ex-girlfriend Returns Raegan Hayes was a little absent-minded at the moment. All she could think of since this afternoon was the doctor's words. "Congratulations! You are going to be a mom." Suddenly, Mitchel Dixon pinched her arm. His low voice came the next second. "Come back to earth. What are you thinking about?" Mitchel was her husband. They had been married secretly for two years. He was her superior at work, the president of the Dixon Group. Everything had happened so fast. She was newly employed in the company when they unexpectedly got married. At that time, Mitchel's grandfather fell seriously ill. It was then he proposed a fake marriage just to fulfill his grandfather's dying wish. They signed a prenup, agreeing to hide their marriage from the public. Their union could be terminated at any time. It was an unconventional thing to do. However, Raegan only considered herself lucky at that time. Never in a million years did she think she would ever get married to the man she had a crush on for eight years. She delightfully agreed. After their marriage, Mitchel was very busy. He spent most of his time working. Raegan wished she could spend more time with him at home. However, she was rest assured because there hadn't been any rumors or scandals about him with women in the past two years. Except for his mild indifference, Mitchel was a perfect husband. Raegan had mixed feelings as she stared at the medical report. In the end, she decided to tell Mitchel this news. She also wanted to tell him that she hadn't learned about him for the first time two years ago and that she had been crushing on him for many years before then. Just then, Mitchelâs phone rang. He went to the balcony and answered the phone. Raegan checked the time and found that it was already midnight. She felt a little uneasy. Who would call Mitchel at this hour? Mitchel spent a few minutes on the balcony. Thereafter, he returned and changed into formal attire. His handsome face which had a clear outline made him look dignified. He was something to see now. "Don't wait up for me. Good night," he said finally. What? He was on his way out? At this hour? Raegan's grip on the report tightened as she stared at him in disappointment. Unconsciously, she withdrew slightly. After thinking for a while, she blurted out, "It's already so late." Mitchel's fingers froze on his tie. With a faint smile, he pinched her earlobe and said, "Be good, okay? There's something I have to do. Don't wait up." With that, he headed for the door. "Mitchel." Raegan quickly ran and caught up with him. Mitchel turned around and looked at her seriously. "What's the matter?" There was a tinge of coldness to his voice. An icy cloud hung over them as they stared at each other. A little distressed, Raegan asked in a low voice, "I would like to visit my grandma tomorrow. Can you accompany me there?" Her grandmother always wanted to see her. As a result, Raegan wanted to take Mitchel there to assure her grandma they were happy. "Let's talk about it tomorrow, okay?" Without agreeing or declining, Mitchel left in a hurry. Several thoughts were threading Raegan's mind. She couldn't sleep a wink. After tossing and turning for a long time, she went to the kitchen and made herself a warm glass of milk. A few notifications from some online blogs came into her phone. However, she wasn't interested in them. She was about to swipe them away when one of them caught her attention. The familiar name made her click on it. The news read, "Famous designer, Lauren Murray was spotted at the airport with her mysterious boyfriend earlier today." Lauren was wearing a bucket hat. The man's figure was vague, but the outline of his body was enough to show that he was dashing. Raegan zoomed in on the picture. The next second, her heart dropped. Mitchel was the man in the picture! So, he canceled the afternoon meeting just to go pick up his ex-girlfriend from the airport? This realization settled like a boulder in Raegan's gut, rendering her flustered. Her hands trembled. Subconsciously, she dialed Mitchel's number. The dial tone brought her back to her senses. Just as she was about to hang up, the line connected, and a voice came from the other end. "Hello!" It was a particularly gentle woman's voice. Raegan froze for a second and then threw the phone away. She suddenly felt sick in her stomach. Covering her mouth, she ran into the bathroom and threw up in the toilet bowl. The next morning, Raegan went to work on time. Mitchel had tried to get her to stop working after they got married. Stubbornly, she insisted on making her own money. Mitchel didn't kick against her decision, but he asked her to work as his assistant, helping him with the daily chores. The head assistant, Matteo Jenkins was left to take care of the major affairs Mitchel had. Matteo was the only Dixon Group employee who knew about their marriage. Since inception, only male assistants were hired for the president's office. Reagan was the first and only female. Her employment broke the protocol. As a result, other workers couldn't help but wonder if she was involved with Mitchel. It took a while before they realized that Mitchel never gave Raegan special treatment. Strangely, this made them despise her even more. After all, no one would last long in anything while taking advantage of their looks. At this time, one of Raegan's colleagues handed her a document and ordered her to take it to Mitchel's office. Mitchel didn't return home last night. Raegan was so worried that she didn't sleep at all. All she kept thinking about was the woman who answered his phone when she called. What was her relationship with Mitchel? Raegan already knew the answer to that, but she was still in denial. It was difficult for her to come to terms with that fact. Raegan tried to remain calm now. She reasoned that no matter what happened, she deserved a result that would be rewarding for all the years she spent loving Mitchel. This couldn't be all for nothing, right? She pressed the elevator button calmly and went up to the president's office. Before she walked out of the elevator, she smoothed her hair to make sure she looked good. She had arrived at the office, only to see that the door was ajar. A man's voice came. She halted instantly. "Come on, man! Do you have any feelings for Raegan or not?" The voice belonged to Luis Stevens, a childhood friend of Mitchel's. "What do you mean exactly?" Mitchel asked in a cold voice. "You know exactly what I mean!" Luis clicked his tongue impatiently and added, "I think Raegan is a good girl. Isn't she your type?" "Do you want me to hand her over to you?" Mitchel asked carelessly. "You know what, forget it!" The scornful laughter of Luis sounded particularly harsh in Raegan's ears. They were talking about her as if she were an object. Raegan took a deep breath and tightened her grip on the document. Soon, Luis's voice was heard again. "By the way, I saw the gossip news about Lauren's mysterious boyfriend this morning. That was you, right?" "Yes." "Well, well, well! That woman still has you wrapped around her little finger. You always want to please her." Luis sighed and continued to tease Mitchel. "As the old saying goes, absence makes the heart grow fonder. Tell me, did you two..." Their conversation was like a thunder exploding over Raegan's head. Her face turned pale and her body was as cold as ice. The woman was indeed Lauren! Absence made the heart grow fonder! Every word drove a knife into her heart. Several whispering voices filled her head at this time. She suddenly felt light-headed. Her vision became blurry. She held the wall and took a step backward. Suddenly, the door was opened from inside. "Raegan?" Chapter 2 One-sided Love Luis was the one who opened the door. It appeared he was on his way out. Raegan balled her hands, turned to him, and nodded. "Hey, Mr. Stevens!" Without waiting for him to respond to her greeting, she walked past him and entered the office with the document. Mitchel was seated behind a large luxurious desk. In an expensive suit and matching tie, he looked particularly handsome. Raegan noticed it wasn't the same suit he had on when he left home last night. How did he get changed? With her eyes lowered, she swallowed that question and said instead, "Mr. Dixon, this is from the Marketing Department. Please sign it." Mitchel was expressionless as he signed the document at a glance. Raegan walked out the door as soon as he handed the document back to her. Luis was still standing at the threshold. It wasn't until she went out of sight that Luis turned to Mitchel and said in a hushed tone, "Do you think she heard us?" Mitchel's appealing eyes were expressionless at the moment. Obviously, he wasn't paying attention to what Luis was saying. To Mitchel, Raegan had always been docile and never felt jealous of anyone. Her strict obedience was all Mitchel demanded from her in exchange for treating her well. In the elevator. Raegan held her breath just to hold back her tears. Unfortunately, it didn't work. She had thought two years would be enough for Mitchel to realize how much she loved him and reciprocate her love. Now, it turned out that was just a pipe dream. She realized she would always play second fiddle to Lauren, Mitchel's true love. Reagan wiped her tears when the elevator halted. Save for her pale face, she looked normal when the doors opened. She dragged herself to the break room, intending to make herself a cup of tea. Several employees were chatting inside. "Guys, have you heard? Lauren Murray is back." "And who is that?" "Oh, my! You don't know her? Lauren is the heiress of the Murray Group as well as a world-class designer. Most importantly, she's the only girlfriend Mr. Dixon has ever shown off in public. She's his first love!" "Why is her return such a big deal? Isn't it rumored that there is something between Mr. Dixon and Raegan?" "Raegan? She's nothing to Mr. Dixon. Mr. Dixon never admitted that he was dating her. And that is no surprise to me. After all, look at her. She's not even that beautiful. Yet, she behaves as if she's already Mrs. Dixon. What a fool!" Standing at the door, Raegan smiled with self-mockery as she listened to them. It turned out everyone else saw the truth except her. The love was one-sided. "Ha-ha, have you finally woken up from your wild dream, Raegan?" A voice of mockery suddenly came from behind. Raegan turned around to see Tessa Lloyd, Mitchel's cousin, who had always despised her. Tessa must have also heard the employees gossiping. The last thing Raegan wanted to do now was argue with Tessa in the company. She turned to leave, but Tessa blocked her way. With a cup of coffee in her hand, Tessa uttered sarcastically, "Lauren is back now. Do you think Mitchel will still give you any attention?" Raegan said nothing to that. Seconds later, Tessa continued the ridicule. "Maybe itâs time for you to seek out another man, you pathetic fool." Raegan clenched her fists and said coldly, "Ms. Lloyd, if you are interested in that kind of thing, feel free to pursue it yourself." "You..." Raegan's retort made Tessa's face change. The next second, Tessa raised her hand and emptied the cup of coffee on Raegan. Raegan didn't think for a second that Tessa would do something so crazy. She held up her arms just to block the liquid from her face. In no time, the coffee drenched her clothes. Raegan frowned. "What did you do that for? Are you out of your mind?" It was lunch break and many employees were free to watch the drama. Tessa was even more complacent when she saw growing onlookers. She put on a mean-girl look as she said, "What makes you so smug every day, huh? Do you seriously think that others don't know you are just an orphan? The nerve of..." Tessa was silenced by Raeganâs shove. Her jaw dropped to the floor. She had never expected that Raegan, who was so quiet and timid, would shove her. Tessa stuttered, "You... You pushed me? How dare you!" Raegan eyed her and replied, "Yes, I did! It seems you need to be taught simple politeness." Indeed, she lost her parents when she was a child. But that didn't mean she would allow someone to walk over her for it. Wrinkles appeared on Tessa's face as she frowned in anger. As Mitchel's cousin, she was used to being fawned over and respected. This was the first time she had been treated like this. Tessa charged at Raegan like a raging bull, poised to retaliate. This time, Raegan was fully prepared for what was coming. She grabbed Tessa's wrist so that the latter couldn't move another inch. Tessa was shorter than Raegan. As a result, she struggled like an octopus that had one of its tentacles stuck in a fishing trap. Tessa cursed angrily, "How dare you put your hands on me? Who do you think you are?" These harsh words attracted more people to the break room. "That's enough!" Out of the blue, a baritone came from behind. Mitchel had left his office and ran into this hullabaloo. The entire room fell silent. "Mitchel?" Tessa's blood ran cold at the sight of Mitchel. She had always been scared of him. Her mother also warned her against provoking him. But when she remembered that Raegan humiliated her, she put on a pitiful expression and sobbed. "Mitchel, she bullied me." The sunlight from outside fell on Mitchel's handsome face. Raegan felt so grieved all of a sudden, and lowered her head to look at her clothes which were soaked with coffee. Their gaze met in the air. With a deep frown, Mitchel looked at Raegan and said, "Raegan, have you forgotten the rules of the company?" His ruthlessness made Raegan's breathing cease. She couldn't believe her ears. No one dared to make a sound at this moment. Raegan just stood straight there with her slender figure. When she got employed here, Mitchel had told her that the Dixon Group wasn't a place for her to mess around and that he would not tolerate her making any mistakes. Raegan could understand why he took this stand. However, at this moment, she was desperate to know whether Mitchel had heard those hard words Tessa scolded her or he was just pretending not to have heard because he agreed to those words. Was she truly insignificant to him? Scared to death by Mitchel's rage, the crowd soon dispersed. A few employees were bold enough to peep from a distance, unwilling to miss the good show. Mitchel's cold eyes made Raegan shiver from head to toe. Raegan pinched her palm to suppress her emotions as she looked at Tessa. "I'm sorry, Ms. Lloyd. As an employee of the Dixon Group, it was wrong of me to have offended you." Eyeing Raegan, Tessa raised her chin complacently. "Humph! Don't think you'll be let off the hook just by making a simple apology. I don't buy..." "The offence has nothing to do with the company. Personally, I refuse to apologize to you. Now, if you'd excuse me," Raegan chimed in. She then walked past Mitchel without sparing him another look. "You..." Tessa's face turned blue after hearing what Raegan said. Never in her years of being alive had she been so humiliated. She was always the bully, not the victim! The humiliation was so much that scolding Raegan wouldn't appease her anger. Pointing in Raegan's direction, Tessa shouted, "Mitchel, did you hear what that woman just said? She humiliated me, yet she's still so arrogant. Call her back. I have to teach her some manners!" Mitchel, staring at Raegan's thin back, had an ambiguous expression at this moment. "Enough!" he said coldly, raising his hand. As someone who lived and breathed drama and cruelty, Tessa didn't think Mitchel was partial to Raegan just now. She assumed that Mitchel didn't care about Raegan at all. Tessa gritted her teeth and said viciously, "Next time, I'll get someone to teach her a lesson." "Tessa!" Mitchel's tone and squint made it a reproof. Tessa trembled at once. With a somber face, Mitchel said, "I'll only say it once. Forget about what happened here today. Leave Raegan alone." The aura he exuded made her tongue go dry. All the vicious ideas she had in store against Raegan disappeared in an instant. She stammered, "Ok... Okay, got it..." Mitchel cast a cold glance at her and spoke to Matteo. "Irrelevant people wouldn't be allowed in here from today onwards." Without catching the drift, Tessa flattered Mitchel. "Nice call. This is a top company. Not everyone gains access in here." Matteo nodded to Mitchel and then walked over to Tessa. He gestured to the exit. "Ms. Lloyd, this way, please." It wasn't until this moment that Tessa realized that she was the irrelevant person Mitchel just mentioned. She tried to speak to him, but Matteo blocked her way. The security guards then escorted her out. They showed her no mercy. Her struggle was useless. Meanwhile, Raegan got changed when she returned to her office. Her heart was filled with sadness as she thought of how Mitchel looked at her minutes ago. Closing hour soon rolled by. Raegan took her bag and headed for the exit. However, Matteo stopped her. He said, "Mr. Dixon has something urgent to deal with, so he asked me to drive you home." Raegan declined the ride without thinking twice. She was blind before, but now she could see through the situation. In Mitchel's eyes, she was just a nobody. How could Mitchel agree to accompany her to visit her grandmother when he didn't even care about her? Upon arriving at the hospital, Raegan saw that the nurse was about to feed her grandmother dinner. Raegan took the job over and did it by herself. All her life, her grandmother had been living in the countryside, enjoying a quiet life. Everything changed last month when her routine medical checkup showed that she was in need of medical care. Raegan insisted on bringing her to the city for better treatment. Her grandmother wasn't aware of her marriage to Mitchel. Raegan had planned to surprise her today. But as it turned out, that was no longer necessary. Raegan waited for her grandmother to fall asleep before she left. She walked out of the hospital and waited for a taxi. In the distance, a black luxury car pulled into the entrance of the hospital. Raegan's eyes lit up when she saw it. She recognized that car as Mitchel's. Did he come to pick her up? At this moment, she forgot all the pain she had been feeling. Were her thoughts about him all wrong? Did he care for her, contrary to the gossip? The door of the driver's side opened and Mitchel got out. Raegan started walking toward him with her heart brimming with joy. Suddenly, she stopped dead in her tracks. Mitchel had just walked over to the other side and carried a woman out of the car. Worry and compassion were written all over his handsome face. This wiped the smile on Raegan's face. Her heart sank. Chapter 3 Let's Divorce Mitchel's tall and straight figure got closer and closer to Raegan. And then, without saying a word, he strode past Raegan. It was hard to tell if Mitchel saw Raegan or just ignored her. Regardless, Raegan noticed that the woman in his arms was the same one who had been photographed with him yesterday. She was Lauren. Raegan's shoes felt like they were made of lead as she walked away. She lost all awareness of her surroundings. She got into a taxi absentmindedly. Suddenly, the driver uttered, "Ma'am, where to?" Raegan was stunned for a moment. She didn't want to go back to Serenity Villas. It was only a matter of time before that place stopped being her home. After a while, she replied, "Please take me to Crystal Bay." She had purchased an apartment at Crystal Bay after getting married to Mitchel. At the time, she had hopes of bringing her grandmother to the city, so she bought the apartment on mortgage. It wasn't that big, but it had more than enough space for two people. Mitchel didn't understand why she wanted to buy an apartment. He offered to give her a bigger one, but she declined. Looking back now, she realized that buying that apartment was the only wise decision she had ever made in the last two years. When she arrived at the apartment complex, Raegan sat in the park alone, trying to cool herself down. The memories of the past two years were bittersweet. Two years had passed in the blink of an eye even though it was more than seven hundred days and nights. Love could move mountains, they said. Yet, her love didn't move that stone of a man. She finally realized what a fool she had been. She had been making herself a laughingstock in front of everyone. It was already late in the night before Raegan finally decided to go into her apartment. As soon as she stepped out of the elevator, she saw Mitchel standing in front of the door. His sleeves were rolled up casually, and the top buttons of his shirt were undone, which revealed his long neck and part of his collarbone. He was leaning on the wall by the door, his handsome face straight. Raegan froze for a moment. Why was he here? Didn't she see him at the hospital with Lauren? What brought him here? Their eyes met. With his coat draped over his arm and one of his hands in his pocket, Mitchel squinted at her. "Why didn't you answer the phone?" he asked, sounding a little grumpy like someone who hadn't slept in a long time. Raegan took out her phone and saw she had accidentally put it on DND. There were five missed calls from Mitchel. This marked the first time in their two-year marriage. Mitchel blew up her phone because he couldn't find her? Surprising! Before today, she would have been overjoyed by this. People would've thought she won the lottery. But now, she just threw her phone back into her bag, folded her arms, and said in a hoarse voice, "I didn't hear it ring." Mitchel raised his hand to check the time on the watch, and said impatiently, "I've been looking for you for two hours." After arranging everything for Lauren, he returned home to find an empty house. He looked for Raegan everywhere. When he couldn't find her, he asked Matteo to check the surveillance footage of all the roads that led away from the company. He later found out that Raegan went to Crystal Bay without telling him. "Next time, tell me when you are coming here, okay? Let's go home now." After that, Mitchel walked toward the elevator without sparing her another glance. He meant to go back to Serenity Villas. Raegan didn't move an inch. She just stared at his broad back and pondered reluctantly. Would they have a future? Mitchell turned around, only to see that Raegan hadn't taken a single step. He frowned and asked, "Can't you walk? Do you want me to carry you instead?" The light in the corridor illuminated his face, making his side profile almost impeccable. Raegan took a deep breath and said, "Let's divorce." "What do you mean?" Mitchel's voice was cold, and his handsome face changed immediately. "I want to move into my own place. After all, we will be strangers soon." Raegan forced a smile, but her heart was aching as if someone was tearing it apart bit by bit. "We will be strangers?" Mitchel smiled coldly. "Raegan, what do you think our relationship is now?" His questioning left Raegan stunned for a moment. Mitchel had made it very clear to her from the very beginning. This facade of their marriage had happened by mutual agreement. There was no love. In the eyes of others, they were nothing more than just a superior and a subordinate. Mitchel was quite the catch in Ardlens. Many young ladies longed for his love and were even willing to throw themselves at him. His question just now reminded her of that fact. Was he afraid that she wouldn't let him go that easily? If that was the case, he couldn't be more wrong... After biting her lower lip to conceal her bitterness, Raegan said, "I'm sorry, Mr. Dixon. I was giving it too much thought. Anyway, please leave me alone from now on. You don't have to come here again." After saying that, Raegan couldn't help but burst into tears. How could she not be sad when she was cutting ties with the man she had loved for a decade? It was such a long time. Regardless of how difficult it was, she knew it was time to let go. It was high time she stopped being a fool. Strangely, the light in the corridor began flickering. The deathly stare Mitchel was giving Raegan right now made the atmosphere seem like the moment before an attack in a horror movie. Although he understood that Raegan sometimes could throw a tantrum, he felt that she had just crossed the line now. His eyes shone like blazing torches at this moment. But when he saw the tears in her eyes, the rage inside him extinguished in an instant. He said in a low voice, "If this is about what happened between you and Tessa, I..." "No, this isn't about her. Mr. Dixon, please leave now." A lot of things happened between them. And the incident with Tessa didn't come close to any. Raegan felt exhausted. She passed by Mitchel and was about to open the door. Yet, Mitchel was displeased with her stubbornness. He loosened his tie irritably. He then took a step forward and grabbed her wrist. "Stop this, will you?" A second later, he put his arm around her shoulder and pulled her into his arms. He instantly realized that she was burning up like someone who had been set on fire. "You have a fever?" Raegan felt dizzy. She rested her head on his chest weakly. This made the whole situation complicated. Reagan was slow to catch that. When she finally realized that her body was too close to his, she put her hands against his chest and tried to pull back. Before she could escape, Mitchel pulled her back and held her by the waist. With a cold face, he said in a low voice, "Where do you think you are going?" The light flickered again. Out of the blue, Mitchel lifted her up. He then headed for the elevator. In a daze, Raegan asked softly, "What are you doing?" "What does it look like I am doing?" Mitchel remarked. "Taking you to the hospital, of course." "No way!" Raegan cried out in surprise and seemed to regain more strength. Mitchel might find out about her condition if they went to the hospital. Raegan struggled to get out of Mitchel's arms. However, his tight grip made her efforts fruitless. "Don't be so stubborn. You are sick, so you must see the doctor," Mitchel said firmly. He walked to the elevator with her in his arms. At this moment, Raegan's heart was thumping so hard that it could jump out of her chest. She flailed in protest. "Put me down! 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Having taken out her contact lenses, her vision was blurred and she couldn't see the screen clearly, but when she saw the familiar surname of her best friend, she tapped on it and sent her a message. "Send me some recommendations. I'm in the mood to watch what you just said." Seconds later, she received a reply. "?" Bethany frowned and, still drunk, joked, "Don't play ignorant! Either send me movies or send me a hot guy. I'm in Room 1501." After hitting send, Bethany waited expectantly for a reply, only to be met with crickets. Just as she was about to get out of bed for some water, the doorbell suddenly rang. She didn't think too much of it and walked right over. After all, Aimee wouldn't actually send a man to her room in the middle of the night, would she? As soon as she opened the door, Bethany went as stiff as a board. "Mr. Bates?" He seemed to have just taken a shower. His short hair was still dripping wet, and he was wearing nothing but a black silk robe. Because of his tall and strong frame, he towered over her and practically blocked the doorway. His handsome face was partially obscured in the darkness, his eyes no longer as indifferent and detached as usual. Instead, he looked like a hungry beast, staring at its prey. "Mr. Bates, what can I do for-" Before she could finish her sentence, she felt a pair of big hands grabbing the back of her head. The next second, she felt his rough lips pressed against hers. Bethany could taste the sickly sweetness of wine on his tongue. Before she could understand what was happening, she was thrown on the bed and the man climbed on top of her. It was obvious that Jonathan Bates was drunk. Otherwise, why would the CEO of Ensson Corporation come to a lowly assistant's hotel room? Bethany's first instinct was to fight back, but all of a sudden, she stopped struggling. It was her first time being with a man. Her alcohol-addled brain started to consider that maybe sleeping with such a handsome, rich, and powerful one would be a good thing. Jonathan wouldn't remember who she was, just like how he didn't remember that they were seat mates in junior high for nearly a year. As a low-level assistant at the company, Bethany rarely crossed paths with their CEO. No one would ever believe that she had slept with him. After mulling over it for a few seconds, she finally plucked up the courage to wrap her arms around his neck in the moonlight. Chapter 2 The Duality Of Jonathan Bates In the wee hours of the morning, Bethany woke up to find the man next to her still fast asleep. He was so close that his steady breath tickled her neck, making it hard for her to lie still. Oh, God! What had she done? She had slept with her boss! Eyes wide as saucers, Bethany held her breath and carefully extricated herself from his arms. Without a moment to lose, she quickly got dressed, packed her things, and ran to the hotel's front desk to check into another room. Wondering what the hell happened last night, she checked her phone and found that the dirty texts she had sent hadn't gone to her best friend, Aimee Bates. No, she had mistakenly texted someone else who had the same surname-Jonathan Bates, her boss and CEO of Ensson Corporation. A few years ago, at a junior high school reunion, the class monitor had created a chat group and asked everyone to add each other as friends. Bethany clearly remembered that it was Jonathan who had added her, but he never messaged her, and vice versa. Bethany ran her fingers through her wild hair in distress, unable to wrap her head around the fact that she had made such a stupid mistake. She checked into her new room and sat down, trying to calm herself down. Then, she decisively took out her phone and left the high school chat group. She changed her social media name from Bethany to Lily and replaced her profile picture with that of a stock photo of a random girl she downloaded from the Internet. Now, Jonathan wouldn't know who she was. She figured it wouldn't be necessary to unfriend Jonathan. And since Room 1501 was booked by the company, there were no traces that could lead to her. After taking these precautions, Bethany finally put her phone aside and went back to sleep. The next thing she knew, her alarm clock was blaring into her ears. Today, she had to go to Glora Company with her manager to discuss additional funding. The net value of the project had plummeted to its limit loss. The other party demanded replenishing, or they would sell the securities assets. In this emergency, the investment department was lucky to use Jonathan's private plane to fly to Degend for business. After washing her face and brushing her teeth, Bethany hurried to the hotel lobby with the documents in hand. Shortly after, Aimee came downstairs, muttering unhappily, "Carson Smith insisted we weren't the replenishing party, but I went to the trust company and checked the contract. His name was clearly on the copy!" "Shh, Carson's coming. Don't let him hear you," Bethany warned. Just then, she noticed a tall man surrounded by a group of people walking out of the elevator. It was Jonathan. He had changed the silk robe he wore last night into a well-tailored black suit. His thick eyebrows were slightly furrowed, his thin lips tightly pursed as he listened to his secretary's report on something. As he walked across the lobby, he didn't even spare a glance at Bethany. Jonathan's cold demeanor was well-known in the business world. His sharp, handsome face was always reserved and arrogant. He didn't talk much, but his mere presence was enough to make the very air around him drop several hundred degrees. Bethany tried her best to recall, but the man in front of her seemed so different from the one who had kissed her so passionately last night. It seemed she might have remembered it all wrong. "Oh, my God, Mr. Bates is so handsome. I would literally die to sleep with him for just one night!" Aimee whispered to Bethany excitedly, failing to notice Bethany's visible discomfort. "We both have the same surname, but why is there such a huge gap between us? Hey, earth to Bethany! Hello?" Aimee touched Bethany's arm, snapping her back to reality. Bethany immediately lowered her head, trying to avoid being seen by Jonathan. But just as he and the group of people were about to reach the exit, he stopped in his tracks and said to his secretary, "Find out who was checked into Room 1501 last night." Hearing those numbers, Bethany felt as if her legs were filled with lead. Her mind went completely blank, and she could only vaguely hear Aimee exclaim, "1501? That's where Bethany slept last night!" Aimee's loud voice drew everyone's attention, including Jonathan's. Fortunately for Bethany, he quickly lost interest and headed for the door as though nothing happened. His entourage followed, and together, they all left the hotel. As soon as they were gone, Aimee poked Bethany with an inquisitive look in her eye. "That was weird, huh? Why would Mr. Bates be interested in your room?" Aimee was puzzled. She had expected something sensational to happen, but unexpectedly, Jonathan left as though the revelation meant nothing to him. Bethany breathed a sigh of relief and replied, "My room has a good view. Maybe he wants to stay there." "Seriously?" "Don't forget he's the CEO!" Aimee shrugged. Bethany's words made sense-since she and Jonathan were from two completely different worlds, nothing could have happened between them. "Do you think a gorgeous yet cold man like Mr. Bates is good in b*d?" she suddenly asked, wriggling her brows at Bethany playfully. Bethany was speechless. Aimee's fantasies were exaggerated, but as for his size... Bethany suddenly realized her mind was drifting off to more inappropriate thoughts. She shook her head, banishing those dirty images to the back of her brain. She blamed Aimee for being a bad influence. Suddenly, Bethany froze. She quickly flipped through the documents in her hand. "Damn it." She may left the project contract in Room 1501 when she hurriedly made her escape...... ...... As a simple assistant, messaging the CEO in the dead of night to request shares of adult films was a bold move. Bethany, unsurprisingly, didn't receive any films. However, the CEO responded that, while he had no films to share, he could offer a live demonstration. After a night filled with passion, Bethany was certain she'd lose her job. But instead, her boss proposed, "Marry me. Please consider it." "Mr. Bates, you're kidding me, right?" What happens next? 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Yes | 2024-11-05 17:46 | active | 1728 | 0 | Read next chapterđ | As a junior assistant, she slept with the company's CEO. She was sure she would lose her job, but instead, her boss proposed to her: "Marry me!" ===== "Bethany, you should sleep with a handsome guy while you're still young, it's amazing! I highly recommend dabbling in something dirty while you're at it." Bethany Holt, away on a business trip and having had a little wine, lay in her hotel bed, on the verge of drifting off to sleep. However, as soon as she closed her eyes, the words of her best friend, Aimee Bates, replayed in her mind. In a month, she would turn twenty-six-and in all her years on this earth, she never had a boyfriend. She hadn't even kissed a man yet. It wasn't the first time Aimee had suggested it, but today, Bethany suddenly felt an inexplicable desire awakening inside of her. Bethany sat up in bed as this strange, new feeling grew unbearable. Subconsciously, she grabbed her phone. Having taken out her contact lenses, her vision was blurred and she couldn't see the screen clearly, but when she saw the familiar surname of her best friend, she tapped on it and sent her a message. "Send me some recommendations. I'm in the mood to watch what you just said." Seconds later, she received a reply. "?" Bethany frowned and, still drunk, joked, "Don't play ignorant! Either send me movies or send me a hot guy. I'm in Room 1501." After hitting send, Bethany waited expectantly for a reply, only to be met with crickets. Just as she was about to get out of bed for some water, the doorbell suddenly rang. She didn't think too much of it and walked right over. After all, Aimee wouldn't actually send a man to her room in the middle of the night, would she? As soon as she opened the door, Bethany went as stiff as a board. "Mr. Bates?" He seemed to have just taken a shower. His short hair was still dripping wet, and he was wearing nothing but a black silk robe. Because of his tall and strong frame, he towered over her and practically blocked the doorway. His handsome face was partially obscured in the darkness, his eyes no longer as indifferent and detached as usual. Instead, he looked like a hungry beast, staring at its prey. "Mr. Bates, what can I do for-" Before she could finish her sentence, she felt a pair of big hands grabbing the back of her head. The next second, she felt his rough lips pressed against hers. Bethany could taste the sickly sweetness of wine on his tongue. Before she could understand what was happening, she was thrown on the bed and the man climbed on top of her. It was obvious that Jonathan Bates was drunk. Otherwise, why would the CEO of Ensson Corporation come to a lowly assistant's hotel room? Bethany's first instinct was to fight back, but all of a sudden, she stopped struggling. It was her first time being with a man. Her alcohol-addled brain started to consider that maybe sleeping with such a handsome, rich, and powerful one would be a good thing. Jonathan wouldn't remember who she was, just like how he didn't remember that they were seat mates in junior high for nearly a year. As a low-level assistant at the company, Bethany rarely crossed paths with their CEO. No one would ever believe that she had slept with him. After mulling over it for a few seconds, she finally plucked up the courage to wrap her arms around his neck in the moonlight. Chapter 2 The Duality Of Jonathan Bates In the wee hours of the morning, Bethany woke up to find the man next to her still fast asleep. He was so close that his steady breath tickled her neck, making it hard for her to lie still. Oh, God! What had she done? She had slept with her boss! Eyes wide as saucers, Bethany held her breath and carefully extricated herself from his arms. Without a moment to lose, she quickly got dressed, packed her things, and ran to the hotel's front desk to check into another room. Wondering what the hell happened last night, she checked her phone and found that the dirty texts she had sent hadn't gone to her best friend, Aimee Bates. No, she had mistakenly texted someone else who had the same surname-Jonathan Bates, her boss and CEO of Ensson Corporation. A few years ago, at a junior high school reunion, the class monitor had created a chat group and asked everyone to add each other as friends. Bethany clearly remembered that it was Jonathan who had added her, but he never messaged her, and vice versa. Bethany ran her fingers through her wild hair in distress, unable to wrap her head around the fact that she had made such a stupid mistake. She checked into her new room and sat down, trying to calm herself down. Then, she decisively took out her phone and left the high school chat group. She changed her social media name from Bethany to Lily and replaced her profile picture with that of a stock photo of a random girl she downloaded from the Internet. Now, Jonathan wouldn't know who she was. She figured it wouldn't be necessary to unfriend Jonathan. And since Room 1501 was booked by the company, there were no traces that could lead to her. After taking these precautions, Bethany finally put her phone aside and went back to sleep. The next thing she knew, her alarm clock was blaring into her ears. Today, she had to go to Glora Company with her manager to discuss additional funding. The net value of the project had plummeted to its limit loss. The other party demanded replenishing, or they would sell the securities assets. In this emergency, the investment department was lucky to use Jonathan's private plane to fly to Degend for business. After washing her face and brushing her teeth, Bethany hurried to the hotel lobby with the documents in hand. Shortly after, Aimee came downstairs, muttering unhappily, "Carson Smith insisted we weren't the replenishing party, but I went to the trust company and checked the contract. His name was clearly on the copy!" "Shh, Carson's coming. Don't let him hear you," Bethany warned. Just then, she noticed a tall man surrounded by a group of people walking out of the elevator. It was Jonathan. He had changed the silk robe he wore last night into a well-tailored black suit. His thick eyebrows were slightly furrowed, his thin lips tightly pursed as he listened to his secretary's report on something. As he walked across the lobby, he didn't even spare a glance at Bethany. Jonathan's cold demeanor was well-known in the business world. His sharp, handsome face was always reserved and arrogant. He didn't talk much, but his mere presence was enough to make the very air around him drop several hundred degrees. Bethany tried her best to recall, but the man in front of her seemed so different from the one who had kissed her so passionately last night. It seemed she might have remembered it all wrong. "Oh, my God, Mr. Bates is so handsome. I would literally die to sleep with him for just one night!" Aimee whispered to Bethany excitedly, failing to notice Bethany's visible discomfort. "We both have the same surname, but why is there such a huge gap between us? Hey, earth to Bethany! Hello?" Aimee touched Bethany's arm, snapping her back to reality. Bethany immediately lowered her head, trying to avoid being seen by Jonathan. But just as he and the group of people were about to reach the exit, he stopped in his tracks and said to his secretary, "Find out who was checked into Room 1501 last night." Hearing those numbers, Bethany felt as if her legs were filled with lead. Her mind went completely blank, and she could only vaguely hear Aimee exclaim, "1501? That's where Bethany slept last night!" Aimee's loud voice drew everyone's attention, including Jonathan's. Fortunately for Bethany, he quickly lost interest and headed for the door as though nothing happened. His entourage followed, and together, they all left the hotel. As soon as they were gone, Aimee poked Bethany with an inquisitive look in her eye. "That was weird, huh? Why would Mr. Bates be interested in your room?" Aimee was puzzled. She had expected something sensational to happen, but unexpectedly, Jonathan left as though the revelation meant nothing to him. Bethany breathed a sigh of relief and replied, "My room has a good view. Maybe he wants to stay there." "Seriously?" "Don't forget he's the CEO!" Aimee shrugged. Bethany's words made sense-since she and Jonathan were from two completely different worlds, nothing could have happened between them. "Do you think a gorgeous yet cold man like Mr. Bates is good in b*d?" she suddenly asked, wriggling her brows at Bethany playfully. Bethany was speechless. Aimee's fantasies were exaggerated, but as for his size... Bethany suddenly realized her mind was drifting off to more inappropriate thoughts. She shook her head, banishing those dirty images to the back of her brain. She blamed Aimee for being a bad influence. Suddenly, Bethany froze. She quickly flipped through the documents in her hand. "Damn it." She may left the project contract in Room 1501 when she hurriedly made her escape...... ...... As a simple assistant, messaging the CEO in the dead of night to request shares of adult films was a bold move. Bethany, unsurprisingly, didn't receive any films. However, the CEO responded that, while he had no films to share, he could offer a live demonstration. After a night filled with passion, Bethany was certain she'd lose her job. But instead, her boss proposed, "Marry me. Please consider it." "Mr. Bates, you're kidding me, right?" What happens next? 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Having taken out her contact lenses, her vision was blurred and she couldn't see the screen clearly, but when she saw the familiar surname of her best friend, she tapped on it and sent her a message. "Send me some recommendations. I'm in the mood to watch what you just said." Seconds later, she received a reply. "?" Bethany frowned and, still drunk, joked, "Don't play ignorant! Either send me movies or send me a hot guy. I'm in Room 1501." After hitting send, Bethany waited expectantly for a reply, only to be met with crickets. Just as she was about to get out of bed for some water, the doorbell suddenly rang. She didn't think too much of it and walked right over. After all, Aimee wouldn't actually send a man to her room in the middle of the night, would she? As soon as she opened the door, Bethany went as stiff as a board. "Mr. Bates?" He seemed to have just taken a shower. His short hair was still dripping wet, and he was wearing nothing but a black silk robe. Because of his tall and strong frame, he towered over her and practically blocked the doorway. His handsome face was partially obscured in the darkness, his eyes no longer as indifferent and detached as usual. Instead, he looked like a hungry beast, staring at its prey. "Mr. Bates, what can I do for-" Before she could finish her sentence, she felt a pair of big hands grabbing the back of her head. The next second, she felt his rough lips pressed against hers. Bethany could taste the sickly sweetness of wine on his tongue. Before she could understand what was happening, she was thrown on the bed and the man climbed on top of her. It was obvious that Jonathan Bates was drunk. Otherwise, why would the CEO of Ensson Corporation come to a lowly assistant's hotel room? Bethany's first instinct was to fight back, but all of a sudden, she stopped struggling. It was her first time being with a man. Her alcohol-addled brain started to consider that maybe sleeping with such a handsome, rich, and powerful one would be a good thing. Jonathan wouldn't remember who she was, just like how he didn't remember that they were seat mates in junior high for nearly a year. As a low-level assistant at the company, Bethany rarely crossed paths with their CEO. No one would ever believe that she had slept with him. After mulling over it for a few seconds, she finally plucked up the courage to wrap her arms around his neck in the moonlight. Chapter 2 The Duality Of Jonathan Bates In the wee hours of the morning, Bethany woke up to find the man next to her still fast asleep. He was so close that his steady breath tickled her neck, making it hard for her to lie still. Oh, God! What had she done? She had slept with her boss! Eyes wide as saucers, Bethany held her breath and carefully extricated herself from his arms. Without a moment to lose, she quickly got dressed, packed her things, and ran to the hotel's front desk to check into another room. Wondering what the hell happened last night, she checked her phone and found that the dirty texts she had sent hadn't gone to her best friend, Aimee Bates. No, she had mistakenly texted someone else who had the same surname-Jonathan Bates, her boss and CEO of Ensson Corporation. A few years ago, at a junior high school reunion, the class monitor had created a chat group and asked everyone to add each other as friends. Bethany clearly remembered that it was Jonathan who had added her, but he never messaged her, and vice versa. Bethany ran her fingers through her wild hair in distress, unable to wrap her head around the fact that she had made such a stupid mistake. She checked into her new room and sat down, trying to calm herself down. Then, she decisively took out her phone and left the high school chat group. She changed her social media name from Bethany to Lily and replaced her profile picture with that of a stock photo of a random girl she downloaded from the Internet. Now, Jonathan wouldn't know who she was. She figured it wouldn't be necessary to unfriend Jonathan. And since Room 1501 was booked by the company, there were no traces that could lead to her. After taking these precautions, Bethany finally put her phone aside and went back to sleep. The next thing she knew, her alarm clock was blaring into her ears. Today, she had to go to Glora Company with her manager to discuss additional funding. The net value of the project had plummeted to its limit loss. The other party demanded replenishing, or they would sell the securities assets. In this emergency, the investment department was lucky to use Jonathan's private plane to fly to Degend for business. After washing her face and brushing her teeth, Bethany hurried to the hotel lobby with the documents in hand. Shortly after, Aimee came downstairs, muttering unhappily, "Carson Smith insisted we weren't the replenishing party, but I went to the trust company and checked the contract. His name was clearly on the copy!" "Shh, Carson's coming. Don't let him hear you," Bethany warned. Just then, she noticed a tall man surrounded by a group of people walking out of the elevator. It was Jonathan. He had changed the silk robe he wore last night into a well-tailored black suit. His thick eyebrows were slightly furrowed, his thin lips tightly pursed as he listened to his secretary's report on something. As he walked across the lobby, he didn't even spare a glance at Bethany. Jonathan's cold demeanor was well-known in the business world. His sharp, handsome face was always reserved and arrogant. He didn't talk much, but his mere presence was enough to make the very air around him drop several hundred degrees. Bethany tried her best to recall, but the man in front of her seemed so different from the one who had kissed her so passionately last night. It seemed she might have remembered it all wrong. "Oh, my God, Mr. Bates is so handsome. I would literally die to sleep with him for just one night!" Aimee whispered to Bethany excitedly, failing to notice Bethany's visible discomfort. "We both have the same surname, but why is there such a huge gap between us? Hey, earth to Bethany! Hello?" Aimee touched Bethany's arm, snapping her back to reality. Bethany immediately lowered her head, trying to avoid being seen by Jonathan. But just as he and the group of people were about to reach the exit, he stopped in his tracks and said to his secretary, "Find out who was checked into Room 1501 last night." Hearing those numbers, Bethany felt as if her legs were filled with lead. Her mind went completely blank, and she could only vaguely hear Aimee exclaim, "1501? That's where Bethany slept last night!" Aimee's loud voice drew everyone's attention, including Jonathan's. Fortunately for Bethany, he quickly lost interest and headed for the door as though nothing happened. His entourage followed, and together, they all left the hotel. As soon as they were gone, Aimee poked Bethany with an inquisitive look in her eye. "That was weird, huh? Why would Mr. Bates be interested in your room?" Aimee was puzzled. She had expected something sensational to happen, but unexpectedly, Jonathan left as though the revelation meant nothing to him. Bethany breathed a sigh of relief and replied, "My room has a good view. Maybe he wants to stay there." "Seriously?" "Don't forget he's the CEO!" Aimee shrugged. Bethany's words made sense-since she and Jonathan were from two completely different worlds, nothing could have happened between them. "Do you think a gorgeous yet cold man like Mr. Bates is good in b*d?" she suddenly asked, wriggling her brows at Bethany playfully. Bethany was speechless. Aimee's fantasies were exaggerated, but as for his size... Bethany suddenly realized her mind was drifting off to more inappropriate thoughts. She shook her head, banishing those dirty images to the back of her brain. She blamed Aimee for being a bad influence. Suddenly, Bethany froze. She quickly flipped through the documents in her hand. "Damn it." She may left the project contract in Room 1501 when she hurriedly made her escape...... ...... As a simple assistant, messaging the CEO in the dead of night to request shares of adult films was a bold move. Bethany, unsurprisingly, didn't receive any films. However, the CEO responded that, while he had no films to share, he could offer a live demonstration. After a night filled with passion, Bethany was certain she'd lose her job. But instead, her boss proposed, "Marry me. Please consider it." "Mr. Bates, you're kidding me, right?" What happens next? 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Yes | 2024-11-05 17:46 | active | 1728 | 0 | Read next chapterđ | As a junior assistant, she slept with the company's CEO. She was sure she would lose her job, but instead, her boss proposed to her: "Marry me!" ===== "Bethany, you should sleep with a handsome guy while you're still young, it's amazing! I highly recommend dabbling in something dirty while you're at it." Bethany Holt, away on a business trip and having had a little wine, lay in her hotel bed, on the verge of drifting off to sleep. However, as soon as she closed her eyes, the words of her best friend, Aimee Bates, replayed in her mind. In a month, she would turn twenty-six-and in all her years on this earth, she never had a boyfriend. She hadn't even kissed a man yet. It wasn't the first time Aimee had suggested it, but today, Bethany suddenly felt an inexplicable desire awakening inside of her. Bethany sat up in bed as this strange, new feeling grew unbearable. Subconsciously, she grabbed her phone. Having taken out her contact lenses, her vision was blurred and she couldn't see the screen clearly, but when she saw the familiar surname of her best friend, she tapped on it and sent her a message. "Send me some recommendations. I'm in the mood to watch what you just said." Seconds later, she received a reply. "?" Bethany frowned and, still drunk, joked, "Don't play ignorant! Either send me movies or send me a hot guy. I'm in Room 1501." After hitting send, Bethany waited expectantly for a reply, only to be met with crickets. Just as she was about to get out of bed for some water, the doorbell suddenly rang. She didn't think too much of it and walked right over. After all, Aimee wouldn't actually send a man to her room in the middle of the night, would she? As soon as she opened the door, Bethany went as stiff as a board. "Mr. Bates?" He seemed to have just taken a shower. His short hair was still dripping wet, and he was wearing nothing but a black silk robe. Because of his tall and strong frame, he towered over her and practically blocked the doorway. His handsome face was partially obscured in the darkness, his eyes no longer as indifferent and detached as usual. Instead, he looked like a hungry beast, staring at its prey. "Mr. Bates, what can I do for-" Before she could finish her sentence, she felt a pair of big hands grabbing the back of her head. The next second, she felt his rough lips pressed against hers. Bethany could taste the sickly sweetness of wine on his tongue. Before she could understand what was happening, she was thrown on the bed and the man climbed on top of her. It was obvious that Jonathan Bates was drunk. Otherwise, why would the CEO of Ensson Corporation come to a lowly assistant's hotel room? Bethany's first instinct was to fight back, but all of a sudden, she stopped struggling. It was her first time being with a man. Her alcohol-addled brain started to consider that maybe sleeping with such a handsome, rich, and powerful one would be a good thing. Jonathan wouldn't remember who she was, just like how he didn't remember that they were seat mates in junior high for nearly a year. As a low-level assistant at the company, Bethany rarely crossed paths with their CEO. No one would ever believe that she had slept with him. After mulling over it for a few seconds, she finally plucked up the courage to wrap her arms around his neck in the moonlight. Chapter 2 The Duality Of Jonathan Bates In the wee hours of the morning, Bethany woke up to find the man next to her still fast asleep. He was so close that his steady breath tickled her neck, making it hard for her to lie still. Oh, God! What had she done? She had slept with her boss! Eyes wide as saucers, Bethany held her breath and carefully extricated herself from his arms. Without a moment to lose, she quickly got dressed, packed her things, and ran to the hotel's front desk to check into another room. Wondering what the hell happened last night, she checked her phone and found that the dirty texts she had sent hadn't gone to her best friend, Aimee Bates. No, she had mistakenly texted someone else who had the same surname-Jonathan Bates, her boss and CEO of Ensson Corporation. A few years ago, at a junior high school reunion, the class monitor had created a chat group and asked everyone to add each other as friends. Bethany clearly remembered that it was Jonathan who had added her, but he never messaged her, and vice versa. Bethany ran her fingers through her wild hair in distress, unable to wrap her head around the fact that she had made such a stupid mistake. She checked into her new room and sat down, trying to calm herself down. Then, she decisively took out her phone and left the high school chat group. She changed her social media name from Bethany to Lily and replaced her profile picture with that of a stock photo of a random girl she downloaded from the Internet. Now, Jonathan wouldn't know who she was. She figured it wouldn't be necessary to unfriend Jonathan. And since Room 1501 was booked by the company, there were no traces that could lead to her. After taking these precautions, Bethany finally put her phone aside and went back to sleep. The next thing she knew, her alarm clock was blaring into her ears. Today, she had to go to Glora Company with her manager to discuss additional funding. The net value of the project had plummeted to its limit loss. The other party demanded replenishing, or they would sell the securities assets. In this emergency, the investment department was lucky to use Jonathan's private plane to fly to Degend for business. After washing her face and brushing her teeth, Bethany hurried to the hotel lobby with the documents in hand. Shortly after, Aimee came downstairs, muttering unhappily, "Carson Smith insisted we weren't the replenishing party, but I went to the trust company and checked the contract. His name was clearly on the copy!" "Shh, Carson's coming. Don't let him hear you," Bethany warned. Just then, she noticed a tall man surrounded by a group of people walking out of the elevator. It was Jonathan. He had changed the silk robe he wore last night into a well-tailored black suit. His thick eyebrows were slightly furrowed, his thin lips tightly pursed as he listened to his secretary's report on something. As he walked across the lobby, he didn't even spare a glance at Bethany. Jonathan's cold demeanor was well-known in the business world. His sharp, handsome face was always reserved and arrogant. He didn't talk much, but his mere presence was enough to make the very air around him drop several hundred degrees. Bethany tried her best to recall, but the man in front of her seemed so different from the one who had kissed her so passionately last night. It seemed she might have remembered it all wrong. "Oh, my God, Mr. Bates is so handsome. I would literally die to sleep with him for just one night!" Aimee whispered to Bethany excitedly, failing to notice Bethany's visible discomfort. "We both have the same surname, but why is there such a huge gap between us? Hey, earth to Bethany! Hello?" Aimee touched Bethany's arm, snapping her back to reality. Bethany immediately lowered her head, trying to avoid being seen by Jonathan. But just as he and the group of people were about to reach the exit, he stopped in his tracks and said to his secretary, "Find out who was checked into Room 1501 last night." Hearing those numbers, Bethany felt as if her legs were filled with lead. Her mind went completely blank, and she could only vaguely hear Aimee exclaim, "1501? That's where Bethany slept last night!" Aimee's loud voice drew everyone's attention, including Jonathan's. Fortunately for Bethany, he quickly lost interest and headed for the door as though nothing happened. His entourage followed, and together, they all left the hotel. As soon as they were gone, Aimee poked Bethany with an inquisitive look in her eye. "That was weird, huh? Why would Mr. Bates be interested in your room?" Aimee was puzzled. She had expected something sensational to happen, but unexpectedly, Jonathan left as though the revelation meant nothing to him. Bethany breathed a sigh of relief and replied, "My room has a good view. Maybe he wants to stay there." "Seriously?" "Don't forget he's the CEO!" Aimee shrugged. Bethany's words made sense-since she and Jonathan were from two completely different worlds, nothing could have happened between them. "Do you think a gorgeous yet cold man like Mr. Bates is good in b*d?" she suddenly asked, wriggling her brows at Bethany playfully. Bethany was speechless. Aimee's fantasies were exaggerated, but as for his size... Bethany suddenly realized her mind was drifting off to more inappropriate thoughts. She shook her head, banishing those dirty images to the back of her brain. She blamed Aimee for being a bad influence. Suddenly, Bethany froze. She quickly flipped through the documents in her hand. "Damn it." She may left the project contract in Room 1501 when she hurriedly made her escape...... ...... As a simple assistant, messaging the CEO in the dead of night to request shares of adult films was a bold move. Bethany, unsurprisingly, didn't receive any films. However, the CEO responded that, while he had no films to share, he could offer a live demonstration. After a night filled with passion, Bethany was certain she'd lose her job. But instead, her boss proposed, "Marry me. Please consider it." "Mr. Bates, you're kidding me, right?" What happens next? 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Read next chapterđ | As a junior assistant, she slept with the company's CEO. She was sure she would lose her job, but instead, her boss proposed to her: "Marry me!" ===== "Bethany, you should sleep with a handsome guy while you're still young, it's amazing! I highly recommend dabbling in something dirty while you're at it." Bethany Holt, away on a business trip and having had a little wine, lay in her hotel bed, on the verge of drifting off to sleep. However, as soon as she closed her eyes, the words of her best friend, Aimee Bates, replayed in her mind. In a month, she would turn twenty-six-and in all her years on this earth, she never had a boyfriend. She hadn't even kissed a man yet. It wasn't the first time Aimee had suggested it, but today, Bethany suddenly felt an inexplicable desire awakening inside of her. Bethany sat up in bed as this strange, new feeling grew unbearable. Subconsciously, she grabbed her phone. Having taken out her contact lenses, her vision was blurred and she couldn't see the screen clearly, but when she saw the familiar surname of her best friend, she tapped on it and sent her a message. "Send me some recommendations. I'm in the mood to watch what you just said." Seconds later, she received a reply. "?" Bethany frowned and, still drunk, joked, "Don't play ignorant! Either send me movies or send me a hot guy. I'm in Room 1501." After hitting send, Bethany waited expectantly for a reply, only to be met with crickets. Just as she was about to get out of bed for some water, the doorbell suddenly rang. She didn't think too much of it and walked right over. After all, Aimee wouldn't actually send a man to her room in the middle of the night, would she? As soon as she opened the door, Bethany went as stiff as a board. "Mr. Bates?" He seemed to have just taken a shower. His short hair was still dripping wet, and he was wearing nothing but a black silk robe. Because of his tall and strong frame, he towered over her and practically blocked the doorway. His handsome face was partially obscured in the darkness, his eyes no longer as indifferent and detached as usual. Instead, he looked like a hungry beast, staring at its prey. "Mr. Bates, what can I do for-" Before she could finish her sentence, she felt a pair of big hands grabbing the back of her head. The next second, she felt his rough lips pressed against hers. Bethany could taste the sickly sweetness of wine on his tongue. Before she could understand what was happening, she was thrown on the bed and the man climbed on top of her. It was obvious that Jonathan Bates was drunk. Otherwise, why would the CEO of Ensson Corporation come to a lowly assistant's hotel room? Bethany's first instinct was to fight back, but all of a sudden, she stopped struggling. It was her first time being with a man. Her alcohol-addled brain started to consider that maybe sleeping with such a handsome, rich, and powerful one would be a good thing. Jonathan wouldn't remember who she was, just like how he didn't remember that they were seat mates in junior high for nearly a year. As a low-level assistant at the company, Bethany rarely crossed paths with their CEO. No one would ever believe that she had slept with him. After mulling over it for a few seconds, she finally plucked up the courage to wrap her arms around his neck in the moonlight. Chapter 2 The Duality Of Jonathan Bates In the wee hours of the morning, Bethany woke up to find the man next to her still fast asleep. He was so close that his steady breath tickled her neck, making it hard for her to lie still. Oh, God! What had she done? She had slept with her boss! Eyes wide as saucers, Bethany held her breath and carefully extricated herself from his arms. Without a moment to lose, she quickly got dressed, packed her things, and ran to the hotel's front desk to check into another room. Wondering what the hell happened last night, she checked her phone and found that the dirty texts she had sent hadn't gone to her best friend, Aimee Bates. No, she had mistakenly texted someone else who had the same surname-Jonathan Bates, her boss and CEO of Ensson Corporation. A few years ago, at a junior high school reunion, the class monitor had created a chat group and asked everyone to add each other as friends. Bethany clearly remembered that it was Jonathan who had added her, but he never messaged her, and vice versa. Bethany ran her fingers through her wild hair in distress, unable to wrap her head around the fact that she had made such a stupid mistake. She checked into her new room and sat down, trying to calm herself down. Then, she decisively took out her phone and left the high school chat group. She changed her social media name from Bethany to Lily and replaced her profile picture with that of a stock photo of a random girl she downloaded from the Internet. Now, Jonathan wouldn't know who she was. She figured it wouldn't be necessary to unfriend Jonathan. And since Room 1501 was booked by the company, there were no traces that could lead to her. After taking these precautions, Bethany finally put her phone aside and went back to sleep. The next thing she knew, her alarm clock was blaring into her ears. Today, she had to go to Glora Company with her manager to discuss additional funding. The net value of the project had plummeted to its limit loss. The other party demanded replenishing, or they would sell the securities assets. In this emergency, the investment department was lucky to use Jonathan's private plane to fly to Degend for business. After washing her face and brushing her teeth, Bethany hurried to the hotel lobby with the documents in hand. Shortly after, Aimee came downstairs, muttering unhappily, "Carson Smith insisted we weren't the replenishing party, but I went to the trust company and checked the contract. His name was clearly on the copy!" "Shh, Carson's coming. Don't let him hear you," Bethany warned. Just then, she noticed a tall man surrounded by a group of people walking out of the elevator. It was Jonathan. He had changed the silk robe he wore last night into a well-tailored black suit. His thick eyebrows were slightly furrowed, his thin lips tightly pursed as he listened to his secretary's report on something. As he walked across the lobby, he didn't even spare a glance at Bethany. Jonathan's cold demeanor was well-known in the business world. His sharp, handsome face was always reserved and arrogant. He didn't talk much, but his mere presence was enough to make the very air around him drop several hundred degrees. Bethany tried her best to recall, but the man in front of her seemed so different from the one who had kissed her so passionately last night. It seemed she might have remembered it all wrong. "Oh, my God, Mr. Bates is so handsome. I would literally die to sleep with him for just one night!" Aimee whispered to Bethany excitedly, failing to notice Bethany's visible discomfort. "We both have the same surname, but why is there such a huge gap between us? Hey, earth to Bethany! Hello?" Aimee touched Bethany's arm, snapping her back to reality. Bethany immediately lowered her head, trying to avoid being seen by Jonathan. But just as he and the group of people were about to reach the exit, he stopped in his tracks and said to his secretary, "Find out who was checked into Room 1501 last night." Hearing those numbers, Bethany felt as if her legs were filled with lead. Her mind went completely blank, and she could only vaguely hear Aimee exclaim, "1501? That's where Bethany slept last night!" Aimee's loud voice drew everyone's attention, including Jonathan's. Fortunately for Bethany, he quickly lost interest and headed for the door as though nothing happened. His entourage followed, and together, they all left the hotel. As soon as they were gone, Aimee poked Bethany with an inquisitive look in her eye. "That was weird, huh? Why would Mr. Bates be interested in your room?" Aimee was puzzled. She had expected something sensational to happen, but unexpectedly, Jonathan left as though the revelation meant nothing to him. Bethany breathed a sigh of relief and replied, "My room has a good view. Maybe he wants to stay there." "Seriously?" "Don't forget he's the CEO!" Aimee shrugged. Bethany's words made sense-since she and Jonathan were from two completely different worlds, nothing could have happened between them. "Do you think a gorgeous yet cold man like Mr. Bates is good in b*d?" she suddenly asked, wriggling her brows at Bethany playfully. Bethany was speechless. Aimee's fantasies were exaggerated, but as for his size... Bethany suddenly realized her mind was drifting off to more inappropriate thoughts. She shook her head, banishing those dirty images to the back of her brain. She blamed Aimee for being a bad influence. Suddenly, Bethany froze. She quickly flipped through the documents in her hand. "Damn it." She may left the project contract in Room 1501 when she hurriedly made her escape...... ...... As a simple assistant, messaging the CEO in the dead of night to request shares of adult films was a bold move. Bethany, unsurprisingly, didn't receive any films. However, the CEO responded that, while he had no films to share, he could offer a live demonstration. After a night filled with passion, Bethany was certain she'd lose her job. But instead, her boss proposed, "Marry me. Please consider it." "Mr. Bates, you're kidding me, right?" What happens next? 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Read next chapterđ | "Let's get divorced!" She signed the divorce agreement calmly, hid her bump and went abroad overnight. The next day, the villa was sold, and the CEO broke down in an instant. ============= Chapter 1 Ex-girlfriend Returns Raegan Hayes was a little absent-minded at the moment. All she could think of since this afternoon was the doctor's words. "Congratulations! You are going to be a mom." Suddenly, Mitchel Dixon pinched her arm. His low voice came the next second. "Come back to earth. What are you thinking about?" Mitchel was her husband. They had been married secretly for two years. He was her superior at work, the president of the Dixon Group. Everything had happened so fast. She was newly employed in the company when they unexpectedly got married. At that time, Mitchel's grandfather fell seriously ill. It was then he proposed a fake marriage just to fulfill his grandfather's dying wish. They signed a prenup, agreeing to hide their marriage from the public. Their union could be terminated at any time. It was an unconventional thing to do. However, Raegan only considered herself lucky at that time. Never in a million years did she think she would ever get married to the man she had a crush on for eight years. She delightfully agreed. After their marriage, Mitchel was very busy. He spent most of his time working. Raegan wished she could spend more time with him at home. However, she was rest assured because there hadn't been any rumors or scandals about him with women in the past two years. Except for his mild indifference, Mitchel was a perfect husband. Raegan had mixed feelings as she stared at the medical report. In the end, she decided to tell Mitchel this news. She also wanted to tell him that she hadn't learned about him for the first time two years ago and that she had been crushing on him for many years before then. Just then, Mitchelâs phone rang. He went to the balcony and answered the phone. Raegan checked the time and found that it was already midnight. She felt a little uneasy. Who would call Mitchel at this hour? Mitchel spent a few minutes on the balcony. Thereafter, he returned and changed into formal attire. His handsome face which had a clear outline made him look dignified. He was something to see now. "Don't wait up for me. Good night," he said finally. What? He was on his way out? At this hour? Raegan's grip on the report tightened as she stared at him in disappointment. Unconsciously, she withdrew slightly. After thinking for a while, she blurted out, "It's already so late." Mitchel's fingers froze on his tie. With a faint smile, he pinched her earlobe and said, "Be good, okay? There's something I have to do. Don't wait up." With that, he headed for the door. "Mitchel." Raegan quickly ran and caught up with him. Mitchel turned around and looked at her seriously. "What's the matter?" There was a tinge of coldness to his voice. An icy cloud hung over them as they stared at each other. A little distressed, Raegan asked in a low voice, "I would like to visit my grandma tomorrow. Can you accompany me there?" Her grandmother always wanted to see her. As a result, Raegan wanted to take Mitchel there to assure her grandma they were happy. "Let's talk about it tomorrow, okay?" Without agreeing or declining, Mitchel left in a hurry. Several thoughts were threading Raegan's mind. She couldn't sleep a wink. After tossing and turning for a long time, she went to the kitchen and made herself a warm glass of milk. A few notifications from some online blogs came into her phone. However, she wasn't interested in them. She was about to swipe them away when one of them caught her attention. The familiar name made her click on it. The news read, "Famous designer, Lauren Murray was spotted at the airport with her mysterious boyfriend earlier today." Lauren was wearing a bucket hat. The man's figure was vague, but the outline of his body was enough to show that he was dashing. Raegan zoomed in on the picture. The next second, her heart dropped. Mitchel was the man in the picture! So, he canceled the afternoon meeting just to go pick up his ex-girlfriend from the airport? This realization settled like a boulder in Raegan's gut, rendering her flustered. Her hands trembled. Subconsciously, she dialed Mitchel's number. The dial tone brought her back to her senses. Just as she was about to hang up, the line connected, and a voice came from the other end. "Hello!" It was a particularly gentle woman's voice. Raegan froze for a second and then threw the phone away. She suddenly felt sick in her stomach. Covering her mouth, she ran into the bathroom and threw up in the toilet bowl. The next morning, Raegan went to work on time. Mitchel had tried to get her to stop working after they got married. Stubbornly, she insisted on making her own money. Mitchel didn't kick against her decision, but he asked her to work as his assistant, helping him with the daily chores. The head assistant, Matteo Jenkins was left to take care of the major affairs Mitchel had. Matteo was the only Dixon Group employee who knew about their marriage. Since inception, only male assistants were hired for the president's office. Reagan was the first and only female. Her employment broke the protocol. As a result, other workers couldn't help but wonder if she was involved with Mitchel. It took a while before they realized that Mitchel never gave Raegan special treatment. Strangely, this made them despise her even more. After all, no one would last long in anything while taking advantage of their looks. At this time, one of Raegan's colleagues handed her a document and ordered her to take it to Mitchel's office. Mitchel didn't return home last night. Raegan was so worried that she didn't sleep at all. All she kept thinking about was the woman who answered his phone when she called. What was her relationship with Mitchel? Raegan already knew the answer to that, but she was still in denial. It was difficult for her to come to terms with that fact. Raegan tried to remain calm now. She reasoned that no matter what happened, she deserved a result that would be rewarding for all the years she spent loving Mitchel. This couldn't be all for nothing, right? She pressed the elevator button calmly and went up to the president's office. Before she walked out of the elevator, she smoothed her hair to make sure she looked good. She had arrived at the office, only to see that the door was ajar. A man's voice came. She halted instantly. "Come on, man! Do you have any feelings for Raegan or not?" The voice belonged to Luis Stevens, a childhood friend of Mitchel's. "What do you mean exactly?" Mitchel asked in a cold voice. "You know exactly what I mean!" Luis clicked his tongue impatiently and added, "I think Raegan is a good girl. Isn't she your type?" "Do you want me to hand her over to you?" Mitchel asked carelessly. "You know what, forget it!" The scornful laughter of Luis sounded particularly harsh in Raegan's ears. They were talking about her as if she were an object. Raegan took a deep breath and tightened her grip on the document. Soon, Luis's voice was heard again. "By the way, I saw the gossip news about Lauren's mysterious boyfriend this morning. That was you, right?" "Yes." "Well, well, well! That woman still has you wrapped around her little finger. You always want to please her." Luis sighed and continued to tease Mitchel. "As the old saying goes, absence makes the heart grow fonder. Tell me, did you two..." Their conversation was like a thunder exploding over Raegan's head. Her face turned pale and her body was as cold as ice. The woman was indeed Lauren! Absence made the heart grow fonder! Every word drove a knife into her heart. Several whispering voices filled her head at this time. She suddenly felt light-headed. Her vision became blurry. She held the wall and took a step backward. Suddenly, the door was opened from inside. "Raegan?" Chapter 2 One-sided Love Luis was the one who opened the door. It appeared he was on his way out. Raegan balled her hands, turned to him, and nodded. "Hey, Mr. Stevens!" Without waiting for him to respond to her greeting, she walked past him and entered the office with the document. Mitchel was seated behind a large luxurious desk. In an expensive suit and matching tie, he looked particularly handsome. Raegan noticed it wasn't the same suit he had on when he left home last night. How did he get changed? With her eyes lowered, she swallowed that question and said instead, "Mr. Dixon, this is from the Marketing Department. Please sign it." Mitchel was expressionless as he signed the document at a glance. Raegan walked out the door as soon as he handed the document back to her. Luis was still standing at the threshold. It wasn't until she went out of sight that Luis turned to Mitchel and said in a hushed tone, "Do you think she heard us?" Mitchel's appealing eyes were expressionless at the moment. Obviously, he wasn't paying attention to what Luis was saying. To Mitchel, Raegan had always been docile and never felt jealous of anyone. Her strict obedience was all Mitchel demanded from her in exchange for treating her well. In the elevator. Raegan held her breath just to hold back her tears. Unfortunately, it didn't work. She had thought two years would be enough for Mitchel to realize how much she loved him and reciprocate her love. Now, it turned out that was just a pipe dream. She realized she would always play second fiddle to Lauren, Mitchel's true love. Reagan wiped her tears when the elevator halted. Save for her pale face, she looked normal when the doors opened. She dragged herself to the break room, intending to make herself a cup of tea. Several employees were chatting inside. "Guys, have you heard? Lauren Murray is back." "And who is that?" "Oh, my! You don't know her? Lauren is the heiress of the Murray Group as well as a world-class designer. Most importantly, she's the only girlfriend Mr. Dixon has ever shown off in public. She's his first love!" "Why is her return such a big deal? Isn't it rumored that there is something between Mr. Dixon and Raegan?" "Raegan? She's nothing to Mr. Dixon. Mr. Dixon never admitted that he was dating her. And that is no surprise to me. After all, look at her. She's not even that beautiful. Yet, she behaves as if she's already Mrs. Dixon. What a fool!" Standing at the door, Raegan smiled with self-mockery as she listened to them. It turned out everyone else saw the truth except her. The love was one-sided. "Ha-ha, have you finally woken up from your wild dream, Raegan?" A voice of mockery suddenly came from behind. Raegan turned around to see Tessa Lloyd, Mitchel's cousin, who had always despised her. Tessa must have also heard the employees gossiping. The last thing Raegan wanted to do now was argue with Tessa in the company. She turned to leave, but Tessa blocked her way. With a cup of coffee in her hand, Tessa uttered sarcastically, "Lauren is back now. Do you think Mitchel will still give you any attention?" Raegan said nothing to that. Seconds later, Tessa continued the ridicule. "Maybe itâs time for you to seek out another man, you pathetic fool." Raegan clenched her fists and said coldly, "Ms. Lloyd, if you are interested in that kind of thing, feel free to pursue it yourself." "You..." Raegan's retort made Tessa's face change. The next second, Tessa raised her hand and emptied the cup of coffee on Raegan. Raegan didn't think for a second that Tessa would do something so crazy. She held up her arms just to block the liquid from her face. In no time, the coffee drenched her clothes. Raegan frowned. "What did you do that for? Are you out of your mind?" It was lunch break and many employees were free to watch the drama. Tessa was even more complacent when she saw growing onlookers. She put on a mean-girl look as she said, "What makes you so smug every day, huh? Do you seriously think that others don't know you are just an orphan? The nerve of..." Tessa was silenced by Raeganâs shove. Her jaw dropped to the floor. She had never expected that Raegan, who was so quiet and timid, would shove her. Tessa stuttered, "You... You pushed me? How dare you!" Raegan eyed her and replied, "Yes, I did! It seems you need to be taught simple politeness." Indeed, she lost her parents when she was a child. But that didn't mean she would allow someone to walk over her for it. Wrinkles appeared on Tessa's face as she frowned in anger. As Mitchel's cousin, she was used to being fawned over and respected. This was the first time she had been treated like this. Tessa charged at Raegan like a raging bull, poised to retaliate. This time, Raegan was fully prepared for what was coming. She grabbed Tessa's wrist so that the latter couldn't move another inch. Tessa was shorter than Raegan. As a result, she struggled like an octopus that had one of its tentacles stuck in a fishing trap. Tessa cursed angrily, "How dare you put your hands on me? Who do you think you are?" These harsh words attracted more people to the break room. "That's enough!" Out of the blue, a baritone came from behind. Mitchel had left his office and ran into this hullabaloo. The entire room fell silent. "Mitchel?" Tessa's blood ran cold at the sight of Mitchel. She had always been scared of him. Her mother also warned her against provoking him. But when she remembered that Raegan humiliated her, she put on a pitiful expression and sobbed. "Mitchel, she bullied me." The sunlight from outside fell on Mitchel's handsome face. Raegan felt so grieved all of a sudden, and lowered her head to look at her clothes which were soaked with coffee. Their gaze met in the air. With a deep frown, Mitchel looked at Raegan and said, "Raegan, have you forgotten the rules of the company?" His ruthlessness made Raegan's breathing cease. She couldn't believe her ears. No one dared to make a sound at this moment. Raegan just stood straight there with her slender figure. When she got employed here, Mitchel had told her that the Dixon Group wasn't a place for her to mess around and that he would not tolerate her making any mistakes. Raegan could understand why he took this stand. However, at this moment, she was desperate to know whether Mitchel had heard those hard words Tessa scolded her or he was just pretending not to have heard because he agreed to those words. Was she truly insignificant to him? Scared to death by Mitchel's rage, the crowd soon dispersed. A few employees were bold enough to peep from a distance, unwilling to miss the good show. Mitchel's cold eyes made Raegan shiver from head to toe. Raegan pinched her palm to suppress her emotions as she looked at Tessa. "I'm sorry, Ms. Lloyd. As an employee of the Dixon Group, it was wrong of me to have offended you." Eyeing Raegan, Tessa raised her chin complacently. "Humph! Don't think you'll be let off the hook just by making a simple apology. I don't buy..." "The offence has nothing to do with the company. Personally, I refuse to apologize to you. Now, if you'd excuse me," Raegan chimed in. She then walked past Mitchel without sparing him another look. "You..." Tessa's face turned blue after hearing what Raegan said. Never in her years of being alive had she been so humiliated. She was always the bully, not the victim! The humiliation was so much that scolding Raegan wouldn't appease her anger. Pointing in Raegan's direction, Tessa shouted, "Mitchel, did you hear what that woman just said? She humiliated me, yet she's still so arrogant. Call her back. I have to teach her some manners!" Mitchel, staring at Raegan's thin back, had an ambiguous expression at this moment. "Enough!" he said coldly, raising his hand. As someone who lived and breathed drama and cruelty, Tessa didn't think Mitchel was partial to Raegan just now. She assumed that Mitchel didn't care about Raegan at all. Tessa gritted her teeth and said viciously, "Next time, I'll get someone to teach her a lesson." "Tessa!" Mitchel's tone and squint made it a reproof. Tessa trembled at once. With a somber face, Mitchel said, "I'll only say it once. Forget about what happened here today. Leave Raegan alone." The aura he exuded made her tongue go dry. All the vicious ideas she had in store against Raegan disappeared in an instant. She stammered, "Ok... Okay, got it..." Mitchel cast a cold glance at her and spoke to Matteo. "Irrelevant people wouldn't be allowed in here from today onwards." Without catching the drift, Tessa flattered Mitchel. "Nice call. This is a top company. Not everyone gains access in here." Matteo nodded to Mitchel and then walked over to Tessa. He gestured to the exit. "Ms. Lloyd, this way, please." It wasn't until this moment that Tessa realized that she was the irrelevant person Mitchel just mentioned. She tried to speak to him, but Matteo blocked her way. The security guards then escorted her out. They showed her no mercy. Her struggle was useless. Meanwhile, Raegan got changed when she returned to her office. Her heart was filled with sadness as she thought of how Mitchel looked at her minutes ago. Closing hour soon rolled by. Raegan took her bag and headed for the exit. However, Matteo stopped her. He said, "Mr. Dixon has something urgent to deal with, so he asked me to drive you home." Raegan declined the ride without thinking twice. She was blind before, but now she could see through the situation. In Mitchel's eyes, she was just a nobody. How could Mitchel agree to accompany her to visit her grandmother when he didn't even care about her? Upon arriving at the hospital, Raegan saw that the nurse was about to feed her grandmother dinner. Raegan took the job over and did it by herself. All her life, her grandmother had been living in the countryside, enjoying a quiet life. Everything changed last month when her routine medical checkup showed that she was in need of medical care. Raegan insisted on bringing her to the city for better treatment. Her grandmother wasn't aware of her marriage to Mitchel. Raegan had planned to surprise her today. But as it turned out, that was no longer necessary. Raegan waited for her grandmother to fall asleep before she left. She walked out of the hospital and waited for a taxi. In the distance, a black luxury car pulled into the entrance of the hospital. Raegan's eyes lit up when she saw it. She recognized that car as Mitchel's. Did he come to pick her up? At this moment, she forgot all the pain she had been feeling. Were her thoughts about him all wrong? Did he care for her, contrary to the gossip? The door of the driver's side opened and Mitchel got out. Raegan started walking toward him with her heart brimming with joy. Suddenly, she stopped dead in her tracks. Mitchel had just walked over to the other side and carried a woman out of the car. Worry and compassion were written all over his handsome face. This wiped the smile on Raegan's face. Her heart sank. Chapter 3 Let's Divorce Mitchel's tall and straight figure got closer and closer to Raegan. And then, without saying a word, he strode past Raegan. It was hard to tell if Mitchel saw Raegan or just ignored her. Regardless, Raegan noticed that the woman in his arms was the same one who had been photographed with him yesterday. She was Lauren. Raegan's shoes felt like they were made of lead as she walked away. She lost all awareness of her surroundings. She got into a taxi absentmindedly. Suddenly, the driver uttered, "Ma'am, where to?" Raegan was stunned for a moment. She didn't want to go back to Serenity Villas. It was only a matter of time before that place stopped being her home. After a while, she replied, "Please take me to Crystal Bay." She had purchased an apartment at Crystal Bay after getting married to Mitchel. At the time, she had hopes of bringing her grandmother to the city, so she bought the apartment on mortgage. It wasn't that big, but it had more than enough space for two people. Mitchel didn't understand why she wanted to buy an apartment. He offered to give her a bigger one, but she declined. Looking back now, she realized that buying that apartment was the only wise decision she had ever made in the last two years. When she arrived at the apartment complex, Raegan sat in the park alone, trying to cool herself down. The memories of the past two years were bittersweet. Two years had passed in the blink of an eye even though it was more than seven hundred days and nights. Love could move mountains, they said. Yet, her love didn't move that stone of a man. She finally realized what a fool she had been. She had been making herself a laughingstock in front of everyone. It was already late in the night before Raegan finally decided to go into her apartment. As soon as she stepped out of the elevator, she saw Mitchel standing in front of the door. His sleeves were rolled up casually, and the top buttons of his shirt were undone, which revealed his long neck and part of his collarbone. He was leaning on the wall by the door, his handsome face straight. Raegan froze for a moment. Why was he here? Didn't she see him at the hospital with Lauren? What brought him here? Their eyes met. With his coat draped over his arm and one of his hands in his pocket, Mitchel squinted at her. "Why didn't you answer the phone?" he asked, sounding a little grumpy like someone who hadn't slept in a long time. Raegan took out her phone and saw she had accidentally put it on DND. There were five missed calls from Mitchel. This marked the first time in their two-year marriage. Mitchel blew up her phone because he couldn't find her? Surprising! Before today, she would have been overjoyed by this. People would've thought she won the lottery. But now, she just threw her phone back into her bag, folded her arms, and said in a hoarse voice, "I didn't hear it ring." Mitchel raised his hand to check the time on the watch, and said impatiently, "I've been looking for you for two hours." After arranging everything for Lauren, he returned home to find an empty house. He looked for Raegan everywhere. When he couldn't find her, he asked Matteo to check the surveillance footage of all the roads that led away from the company. He later found out that Raegan went to Crystal Bay without telling him. "Next time, tell me when you are coming here, okay? Let's go home now." After that, Mitchel walked toward the elevator without sparing her another glance. He meant to go back to Serenity Villas. Raegan didn't move an inch. She just stared at his broad back and pondered reluctantly. Would they have a future? Mitchell turned around, only to see that Raegan hadn't taken a single step. He frowned and asked, "Can't you walk? Do you want me to carry you instead?" The light in the corridor illuminated his face, making his side profile almost impeccable. Raegan took a deep breath and said, "Let's divorce." "What do you mean?" Mitchel's voice was cold, and his handsome face changed immediately. "I want to move into my own place. After all, we will be strangers soon." Raegan forced a smile, but her heart was aching as if someone was tearing it apart bit by bit. "We will be strangers?" Mitchel smiled coldly. "Raegan, what do you think our relationship is now?" His questioning left Raegan stunned for a moment. Mitchel had made it very clear to her from the very beginning. This facade of their marriage had happened by mutual agreement. There was no love. In the eyes of others, they were nothing more than just a superior and a subordinate. Mitchel was quite the catch in Ardlens. Many young ladies longed for his love and were even willing to throw themselves at him. His question just now reminded her of that fact. Was he afraid that she wouldn't let him go that easily? If that was the case, he couldn't be more wrong... After biting her lower lip to conceal her bitterness, Raegan said, "I'm sorry, Mr. Dixon. I was giving it too much thought. Anyway, please leave me alone from now on. You don't have to come here again." After saying that, Raegan couldn't help but burst into tears. How could she not be sad when she was cutting ties with the man she had loved for a decade? It was such a long time. Regardless of how difficult it was, she knew it was time to let go. It was high time she stopped being a fool. Strangely, the light in the corridor began flickering. The deathly stare Mitchel was giving Raegan right now made the atmosphere seem like the moment before an attack in a horror movie. Although he understood that Raegan sometimes could throw a tantrum, he felt that she had just crossed the line now. His eyes shone like blazing torches at this moment. But when he saw the tears in her eyes, the rage inside him extinguished in an instant. He said in a low voice, "If this is about what happened between you and Tessa, I..." "No, this isn't about her. Mr. Dixon, please leave now." A lot of things happened between them. And the incident with Tessa didn't come close to any. Raegan felt exhausted. She passed by Mitchel and was about to open the door. Yet, Mitchel was displeased with her stubbornness. He loosened his tie irritably. He then took a step forward and grabbed her wrist. "Stop this, will you?" A second later, he put his arm around her shoulder and pulled her into his arms. He instantly realized that she was burning up like someone who had been set on fire. "You have a fever?" Raegan felt dizzy. She rested her head on his chest weakly. This made the whole situation complicated. Reagan was slow to catch that. When she finally realized that her body was too close to his, she put her hands against his chest and tried to pull back. Before she could escape, Mitchel pulled her back and held her by the waist. With a cold face, he said in a low voice, "Where do you think you are going?" The light flickered again. Out of the blue, Mitchel lifted her up. He then headed for the elevator. In a daze, Raegan asked softly, "What are you doing?" "What does it look like I am doing?" Mitchel remarked. "Taking you to the hospital, of course." "No way!" Raegan cried out in surprise and seemed to regain more strength. Mitchel might find out about her condition if they went to the hospital. Raegan struggled to get out of Mitchel's arms. However, his tight grip made her efforts fruitless. "Don't be so stubborn. You are sick, so you must see the doctor," Mitchel said firmly. He walked to the elevator with her in his arms. At this moment, Raegan's heart was thumping so hard that it could jump out of her chest. She flailed in protest. "Put me down! 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No | 2024-11-05 17:46 | active | 1728 | 0 | Read next chapterđ | As a junior assistant, she slept with the company's CEO. She was sure she would lose her job, but instead, her boss proposed to her: "Marry me!" ===== "Bethany, you should sleep with a handsome guy while you're still young, it's amazing! I highly recommend dabbling in something dirty while you're at it." Bethany Holt, away on a business trip and having had a little wine, lay in her hotel bed, on the verge of drifting off to sleep. However, as soon as she closed her eyes, the words of her best friend, Aimee Bates, replayed in her mind. In a month, she would turn twenty-six-and in all her years on this earth, she never had a boyfriend. She hadn't even kissed a man yet. It wasn't the first time Aimee had suggested it, but today, Bethany suddenly felt an inexplicable desire awakening inside of her. Bethany sat up in bed as this strange, new feeling grew unbearable. Subconsciously, she grabbed her phone. Having taken out her contact lenses, her vision was blurred and she couldn't see the screen clearly, but when she saw the familiar surname of her best friend, she tapped on it and sent her a message. "Send me some recommendations. I'm in the mood to watch what you just said." Seconds later, she received a reply. "?" Bethany frowned and, still drunk, joked, "Don't play ignorant! Either send me movies or send me a hot guy. I'm in Room 1501." After hitting send, Bethany waited expectantly for a reply, only to be met with crickets. Just as she was about to get out of bed for some water, the doorbell suddenly rang. She didn't think too much of it and walked right over. After all, Aimee wouldn't actually send a man to her room in the middle of the night, would she? As soon as she opened the door, Bethany went as stiff as a board. "Mr. Bates?" He seemed to have just taken a shower. His short hair was still dripping wet, and he was wearing nothing but a black silk robe. Because of his tall and strong frame, he towered over her and practically blocked the doorway. His handsome face was partially obscured in the darkness, his eyes no longer as indifferent and detached as usual. Instead, he looked like a hungry beast, staring at its prey. "Mr. Bates, what can I do for-" Before she could finish her sentence, she felt a pair of big hands grabbing the back of her head. The next second, she felt his rough lips pressed against hers. Bethany could taste the sickly sweetness of wine on his tongue. Before she could understand what was happening, she was thrown on the bed and the man climbed on top of her. It was obvious that Jonathan Bates was drunk. Otherwise, why would the CEO of Ensson Corporation come to a lowly assistant's hotel room? Bethany's first instinct was to fight back, but all of a sudden, she stopped struggling. It was her first time being with a man. Her alcohol-addled brain started to consider that maybe sleeping with such a handsome, rich, and powerful one would be a good thing. Jonathan wouldn't remember who she was, just like how he didn't remember that they were seat mates in junior high for nearly a year. As a low-level assistant at the company, Bethany rarely crossed paths with their CEO. No one would ever believe that she had slept with him. After mulling over it for a few seconds, she finally plucked up the courage to wrap her arms around his neck in the moonlight. Chapter 2 The Duality Of Jonathan Bates In the wee hours of the morning, Bethany woke up to find the man next to her still fast asleep. He was so close that his steady breath tickled her neck, making it hard for her to lie still. Oh, God! What had she done? She had slept with her boss! Eyes wide as saucers, Bethany held her breath and carefully extricated herself from his arms. Without a moment to lose, she quickly got dressed, packed her things, and ran to the hotel's front desk to check into another room. Wondering what the hell happened last night, she checked her phone and found that the dirty texts she had sent hadn't gone to her best friend, Aimee Bates. No, she had mistakenly texted someone else who had the same surname-Jonathan Bates, her boss and CEO of Ensson Corporation. A few years ago, at a junior high school reunion, the class monitor had created a chat group and asked everyone to add each other as friends. Bethany clearly remembered that it was Jonathan who had added her, but he never messaged her, and vice versa. Bethany ran her fingers through her wild hair in distress, unable to wrap her head around the fact that she had made such a stupid mistake. She checked into her new room and sat down, trying to calm herself down. Then, she decisively took out her phone and left the high school chat group. She changed her social media name from Bethany to Lily and replaced her profile picture with that of a stock photo of a random girl she downloaded from the Internet. Now, Jonathan wouldn't know who she was. She figured it wouldn't be necessary to unfriend Jonathan. And since Room 1501 was booked by the company, there were no traces that could lead to her. After taking these precautions, Bethany finally put her phone aside and went back to sleep. The next thing she knew, her alarm clock was blaring into her ears. Today, she had to go to Glora Company with her manager to discuss additional funding. The net value of the project had plummeted to its limit loss. The other party demanded replenishing, or they would sell the securities assets. In this emergency, the investment department was lucky to use Jonathan's private plane to fly to Degend for business. After washing her face and brushing her teeth, Bethany hurried to the hotel lobby with the documents in hand. Shortly after, Aimee came downstairs, muttering unhappily, "Carson Smith insisted we weren't the replenishing party, but I went to the trust company and checked the contract. His name was clearly on the copy!" "Shh, Carson's coming. Don't let him hear you," Bethany warned. Just then, she noticed a tall man surrounded by a group of people walking out of the elevator. It was Jonathan. He had changed the silk robe he wore last night into a well-tailored black suit. His thick eyebrows were slightly furrowed, his thin lips tightly pursed as he listened to his secretary's report on something. As he walked across the lobby, he didn't even spare a glance at Bethany. Jonathan's cold demeanor was well-known in the business world. His sharp, handsome face was always reserved and arrogant. He didn't talk much, but his mere presence was enough to make the very air around him drop several hundred degrees. Bethany tried her best to recall, but the man in front of her seemed so different from the one who had kissed her so passionately last night. It seemed she might have remembered it all wrong. "Oh, my God, Mr. Bates is so handsome. I would literally die to sleep with him for just one night!" Aimee whispered to Bethany excitedly, failing to notice Bethany's visible discomfort. "We both have the same surname, but why is there such a huge gap between us? Hey, earth to Bethany! Hello?" Aimee touched Bethany's arm, snapping her back to reality. Bethany immediately lowered her head, trying to avoid being seen by Jonathan. But just as he and the group of people were about to reach the exit, he stopped in his tracks and said to his secretary, "Find out who was checked into Room 1501 last night." Hearing those numbers, Bethany felt as if her legs were filled with lead. Her mind went completely blank, and she could only vaguely hear Aimee exclaim, "1501? That's where Bethany slept last night!" Aimee's loud voice drew everyone's attention, including Jonathan's. Fortunately for Bethany, he quickly lost interest and headed for the door as though nothing happened. His entourage followed, and together, they all left the hotel. As soon as they were gone, Aimee poked Bethany with an inquisitive look in her eye. "That was weird, huh? Why would Mr. Bates be interested in your room?" Aimee was puzzled. She had expected something sensational to happen, but unexpectedly, Jonathan left as though the revelation meant nothing to him. Bethany breathed a sigh of relief and replied, "My room has a good view. Maybe he wants to stay there." "Seriously?" "Don't forget he's the CEO!" Aimee shrugged. Bethany's words made sense-since she and Jonathan were from two completely different worlds, nothing could have happened between them. "Do you think a gorgeous yet cold man like Mr. Bates is good in b*d?" she suddenly asked, wriggling her brows at Bethany playfully. Bethany was speechless. Aimee's fantasies were exaggerated, but as for his size... Bethany suddenly realized her mind was drifting off to more inappropriate thoughts. She shook her head, banishing those dirty images to the back of her brain. She blamed Aimee for being a bad influence. Suddenly, Bethany froze. She quickly flipped through the documents in her hand. "Damn it." She may left the project contract in Room 1501 when she hurriedly made her escape...... ...... As a simple assistant, messaging the CEO in the dead of night to request shares of adult films was a bold move. Bethany, unsurprisingly, didn't receive any films. However, the CEO responded that, while he had no films to share, he could offer a live demonstration. After a night filled with passion, Bethany was certain she'd lose her job. But instead, her boss proposed, "Marry me. Please consider it." "Mr. Bates, you're kidding me, right?" What happens next? 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Read next chapterđ | As a junior assistant, she slept with the company's CEO. She was sure she would lose her job, but instead, her boss proposed to her: "Marry me!" ===== "Bethany, you should sleep with a handsome guy while you're still young, it's amazing! I highly recommend dabbling in something dirty while you're at it." Bethany Holt, away on a business trip and having had a little wine, lay in her hotel bed, on the verge of drifting off to sleep. However, as soon as she closed her eyes, the words of her best friend, Aimee Bates, replayed in her mind. In a month, she would turn twenty-six-and in all her years on this earth, she never had a boyfriend. She hadn't even kissed a man yet. It wasn't the first time Aimee had suggested it, but today, Bethany suddenly felt an inexplicable desire awakening inside of her. Bethany sat up in bed as this strange, new feeling grew unbearable. Subconsciously, she grabbed her phone. Having taken out her contact lenses, her vision was blurred and she couldn't see the screen clearly, but when she saw the familiar surname of her best friend, she tapped on it and sent her a message. "Send me some recommendations. I'm in the mood to watch what you just said." Seconds later, she received a reply. "?" Bethany frowned and, still drunk, joked, "Don't play ignorant! Either send me movies or send me a hot guy. I'm in Room 1501." After hitting send, Bethany waited expectantly for a reply, only to be met with crickets. Just as she was about to get out of bed for some water, the doorbell suddenly rang. She didn't think too much of it and walked right over. After all, Aimee wouldn't actually send a man to her room in the middle of the night, would she? As soon as she opened the door, Bethany went as stiff as a board. "Mr. Bates?" He seemed to have just taken a shower. His short hair was still dripping wet, and he was wearing nothing but a black silk robe. Because of his tall and strong frame, he towered over her and practically blocked the doorway. His handsome face was partially obscured in the darkness, his eyes no longer as indifferent and detached as usual. Instead, he looked like a hungry beast, staring at its prey. "Mr. Bates, what can I do for-" Before she could finish her sentence, she felt a pair of big hands grabbing the back of her head. The next second, she felt his rough lips pressed against hers. Bethany could taste the sickly sweetness of wine on his tongue. Before she could understand what was happening, she was thrown on the bed and the man climbed on top of her. It was obvious that Jonathan Bates was drunk. Otherwise, why would the CEO of Ensson Corporation come to a lowly assistant's hotel room? Bethany's first instinct was to fight back, but all of a sudden, she stopped struggling. It was her first time being with a man. Her alcohol-addled brain started to consider that maybe sleeping with such a handsome, rich, and powerful one would be a good thing. Jonathan wouldn't remember who she was, just like how he didn't remember that they were seat mates in junior high for nearly a year. As a low-level assistant at the company, Bethany rarely crossed paths with their CEO. No one would ever believe that she had slept with him. After mulling over it for a few seconds, she finally plucked up the courage to wrap her arms around his neck in the moonlight. Chapter 2 The Duality Of Jonathan Bates In the wee hours of the morning, Bethany woke up to find the man next to her still fast asleep. He was so close that his steady breath tickled her neck, making it hard for her to lie still. Oh, God! What had she done? She had slept with her boss! Eyes wide as saucers, Bethany held her breath and carefully extricated herself from his arms. Without a moment to lose, she quickly got dressed, packed her things, and ran to the hotel's front desk to check into another room. Wondering what the hell happened last night, she checked her phone and found that the dirty texts she had sent hadn't gone to her best friend, Aimee Bates. No, she had mistakenly texted someone else who had the same surname-Jonathan Bates, her boss and CEO of Ensson Corporation. A few years ago, at a junior high school reunion, the class monitor had created a chat group and asked everyone to add each other as friends. Bethany clearly remembered that it was Jonathan who had added her, but he never messaged her, and vice versa. Bethany ran her fingers through her wild hair in distress, unable to wrap her head around the fact that she had made such a stupid mistake. She checked into her new room and sat down, trying to calm herself down. Then, she decisively took out her phone and left the high school chat group. She changed her social media name from Bethany to Lily and replaced her profile picture with that of a stock photo of a random girl she downloaded from the Internet. Now, Jonathan wouldn't know who she was. She figured it wouldn't be necessary to unfriend Jonathan. And since Room 1501 was booked by the company, there were no traces that could lead to her. After taking these precautions, Bethany finally put her phone aside and went back to sleep. The next thing she knew, her alarm clock was blaring into her ears. Today, she had to go to Glora Company with her manager to discuss additional funding. The net value of the project had plummeted to its limit loss. The other party demanded replenishing, or they would sell the securities assets. In this emergency, the investment department was lucky to use Jonathan's private plane to fly to Degend for business. After washing her face and brushing her teeth, Bethany hurried to the hotel lobby with the documents in hand. Shortly after, Aimee came downstairs, muttering unhappily, "Carson Smith insisted we weren't the replenishing party, but I went to the trust company and checked the contract. His name was clearly on the copy!" "Shh, Carson's coming. Don't let him hear you," Bethany warned. Just then, she noticed a tall man surrounded by a group of people walking out of the elevator. It was Jonathan. He had changed the silk robe he wore last night into a well-tailored black suit. His thick eyebrows were slightly furrowed, his thin lips tightly pursed as he listened to his secretary's report on something. As he walked across the lobby, he didn't even spare a glance at Bethany. Jonathan's cold demeanor was well-known in the business world. His sharp, handsome face was always reserved and arrogant. He didn't talk much, but his mere presence was enough to make the very air around him drop several hundred degrees. Bethany tried her best to recall, but the man in front of her seemed so different from the one who had kissed her so passionately last night. It seemed she might have remembered it all wrong. "Oh, my God, Mr. Bates is so handsome. I would literally die to sleep with him for just one night!" Aimee whispered to Bethany excitedly, failing to notice Bethany's visible discomfort. "We both have the same surname, but why is there such a huge gap between us? Hey, earth to Bethany! Hello?" Aimee touched Bethany's arm, snapping her back to reality. Bethany immediately lowered her head, trying to avoid being seen by Jonathan. But just as he and the group of people were about to reach the exit, he stopped in his tracks and said to his secretary, "Find out who was checked into Room 1501 last night." Hearing those numbers, Bethany felt as if her legs were filled with lead. Her mind went completely blank, and she could only vaguely hear Aimee exclaim, "1501? That's where Bethany slept last night!" Aimee's loud voice drew everyone's attention, including Jonathan's. Fortunately for Bethany, he quickly lost interest and headed for the door as though nothing happened. His entourage followed, and together, they all left the hotel. As soon as they were gone, Aimee poked Bethany with an inquisitive look in her eye. "That was weird, huh? Why would Mr. Bates be interested in your room?" Aimee was puzzled. She had expected something sensational to happen, but unexpectedly, Jonathan left as though the revelation meant nothing to him. Bethany breathed a sigh of relief and replied, "My room has a good view. Maybe he wants to stay there." "Seriously?" "Don't forget he's the CEO!" Aimee shrugged. Bethany's words made sense-since she and Jonathan were from two completely different worlds, nothing could have happened between them. "Do you think a gorgeous yet cold man like Mr. Bates is good in b*d?" she suddenly asked, wriggling her brows at Bethany playfully. Bethany was speechless. Aimee's fantasies were exaggerated, but as for his size... Bethany suddenly realized her mind was drifting off to more inappropriate thoughts. She shook her head, banishing those dirty images to the back of her brain. She blamed Aimee for being a bad influence. Suddenly, Bethany froze. She quickly flipped through the documents in her hand. "Damn it." She may left the project contract in Room 1501 when she hurriedly made her escape...... ...... As a simple assistant, messaging the CEO in the dead of night to request shares of adult films was a bold move. Bethany, unsurprisingly, didn't receive any films. However, the CEO responded that, while he had no films to share, he could offer a live demonstration. After a night filled with passion, Bethany was certain she'd lose her job. But instead, her boss proposed, "Marry me. Please consider it." "Mr. Bates, you're kidding me, right?" What happens next? 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Yes | 2024-11-05 17:46 | active | 1728 | 0 | Read next chapterđ | As a junior assistant, she slept with the company's CEO. She was sure she would lose her job, but instead, her boss proposed to her: "Marry me!" ===== "Bethany, you should sleep with a handsome guy while you're still young, it's amazing! I highly recommend dabbling in something dirty while you're at it." Bethany Holt, away on a business trip and having had a little wine, lay in her hotel bed, on the verge of drifting off to sleep. However, as soon as she closed her eyes, the words of her best friend, Aimee Bates, replayed in her mind. In a month, she would turn twenty-six-and in all her years on this earth, she never had a boyfriend. She hadn't even kissed a man yet. It wasn't the first time Aimee had suggested it, but today, Bethany suddenly felt an inexplicable desire awakening inside of her. Bethany sat up in bed as this strange, new feeling grew unbearable. Subconsciously, she grabbed her phone. Having taken out her contact lenses, her vision was blurred and she couldn't see the screen clearly, but when she saw the familiar surname of her best friend, she tapped on it and sent her a message. "Send me some recommendations. I'm in the mood to watch what you just said." Seconds later, she received a reply. "?" Bethany frowned and, still drunk, joked, "Don't play ignorant! Either send me movies or send me a hot guy. I'm in Room 1501." After hitting send, Bethany waited expectantly for a reply, only to be met with crickets. Just as she was about to get out of bed for some water, the doorbell suddenly rang. She didn't think too much of it and walked right over. After all, Aimee wouldn't actually send a man to her room in the middle of the night, would she? As soon as she opened the door, Bethany went as stiff as a board. "Mr. Bates?" He seemed to have just taken a shower. His short hair was still dripping wet, and he was wearing nothing but a black silk robe. Because of his tall and strong frame, he towered over her and practically blocked the doorway. His handsome face was partially obscured in the darkness, his eyes no longer as indifferent and detached as usual. Instead, he looked like a hungry beast, staring at its prey. "Mr. Bates, what can I do for-" Before she could finish her sentence, she felt a pair of big hands grabbing the back of her head. The next second, she felt his rough lips pressed against hers. Bethany could taste the sickly sweetness of wine on his tongue. Before she could understand what was happening, she was thrown on the bed and the man climbed on top of her. It was obvious that Jonathan Bates was drunk. Otherwise, why would the CEO of Ensson Corporation come to a lowly assistant's hotel room? Bethany's first instinct was to fight back, but all of a sudden, she stopped struggling. It was her first time being with a man. Her alcohol-addled brain started to consider that maybe sleeping with such a handsome, rich, and powerful one would be a good thing. Jonathan wouldn't remember who she was, just like how he didn't remember that they were seat mates in junior high for nearly a year. As a low-level assistant at the company, Bethany rarely crossed paths with their CEO. No one would ever believe that she had slept with him. After mulling over it for a few seconds, she finally plucked up the courage to wrap her arms around his neck in the moonlight. Chapter 2 The Duality Of Jonathan Bates In the wee hours of the morning, Bethany woke up to find the man next to her still fast asleep. He was so close that his steady breath tickled her neck, making it hard for her to lie still. Oh, God! What had she done? She had slept with her boss! Eyes wide as saucers, Bethany held her breath and carefully extricated herself from his arms. Without a moment to lose, she quickly got dressed, packed her things, and ran to the hotel's front desk to check into another room. Wondering what the hell happened last night, she checked her phone and found that the dirty texts she had sent hadn't gone to her best friend, Aimee Bates. No, she had mistakenly texted someone else who had the same surname-Jonathan Bates, her boss and CEO of Ensson Corporation. A few years ago, at a junior high school reunion, the class monitor had created a chat group and asked everyone to add each other as friends. Bethany clearly remembered that it was Jonathan who had added her, but he never messaged her, and vice versa. Bethany ran her fingers through her wild hair in distress, unable to wrap her head around the fact that she had made such a stupid mistake. She checked into her new room and sat down, trying to calm herself down. Then, she decisively took out her phone and left the high school chat group. She changed her social media name from Bethany to Lily and replaced her profile picture with that of a stock photo of a random girl she downloaded from the Internet. Now, Jonathan wouldn't know who she was. She figured it wouldn't be necessary to unfriend Jonathan. And since Room 1501 was booked by the company, there were no traces that could lead to her. After taking these precautions, Bethany finally put her phone aside and went back to sleep. The next thing she knew, her alarm clock was blaring into her ears. Today, she had to go to Glora Company with her manager to discuss additional funding. The net value of the project had plummeted to its limit loss. The other party demanded replenishing, or they would sell the securities assets. In this emergency, the investment department was lucky to use Jonathan's private plane to fly to Degend for business. After washing her face and brushing her teeth, Bethany hurried to the hotel lobby with the documents in hand. Shortly after, Aimee came downstairs, muttering unhappily, "Carson Smith insisted we weren't the replenishing party, but I went to the trust company and checked the contract. His name was clearly on the copy!" "Shh, Carson's coming. Don't let him hear you," Bethany warned. Just then, she noticed a tall man surrounded by a group of people walking out of the elevator. It was Jonathan. He had changed the silk robe he wore last night into a well-tailored black suit. His thick eyebrows were slightly furrowed, his thin lips tightly pursed as he listened to his secretary's report on something. As he walked across the lobby, he didn't even spare a glance at Bethany. Jonathan's cold demeanor was well-known in the business world. His sharp, handsome face was always reserved and arrogant. He didn't talk much, but his mere presence was enough to make the very air around him drop several hundred degrees. Bethany tried her best to recall, but the man in front of her seemed so different from the one who had kissed her so passionately last night. It seemed she might have remembered it all wrong. "Oh, my God, Mr. Bates is so handsome. I would literally die to sleep with him for just one night!" Aimee whispered to Bethany excitedly, failing to notice Bethany's visible discomfort. "We both have the same surname, but why is there such a huge gap between us? Hey, earth to Bethany! Hello?" Aimee touched Bethany's arm, snapping her back to reality. Bethany immediately lowered her head, trying to avoid being seen by Jonathan. But just as he and the group of people were about to reach the exit, he stopped in his tracks and said to his secretary, "Find out who was checked into Room 1501 last night." Hearing those numbers, Bethany felt as if her legs were filled with lead. Her mind went completely blank, and she could only vaguely hear Aimee exclaim, "1501? That's where Bethany slept last night!" Aimee's loud voice drew everyone's attention, including Jonathan's. Fortunately for Bethany, he quickly lost interest and headed for the door as though nothing happened. His entourage followed, and together, they all left the hotel. As soon as they were gone, Aimee poked Bethany with an inquisitive look in her eye. "That was weird, huh? Why would Mr. Bates be interested in your room?" Aimee was puzzled. She had expected something sensational to happen, but unexpectedly, Jonathan left as though the revelation meant nothing to him. Bethany breathed a sigh of relief and replied, "My room has a good view. Maybe he wants to stay there." "Seriously?" "Don't forget he's the CEO!" Aimee shrugged. Bethany's words made sense-since she and Jonathan were from two completely different worlds, nothing could have happened between them. "Do you think a gorgeous yet cold man like Mr. Bates is good in b*d?" she suddenly asked, wriggling her brows at Bethany playfully. Bethany was speechless. Aimee's fantasies were exaggerated, but as for his size... Bethany suddenly realized her mind was drifting off to more inappropriate thoughts. She shook her head, banishing those dirty images to the back of her brain. She blamed Aimee for being a bad influence. Suddenly, Bethany froze. She quickly flipped through the documents in her hand. "Damn it." She may left the project contract in Room 1501 when she hurriedly made her escape...... ...... As a simple assistant, messaging the CEO in the dead of night to request shares of adult films was a bold move. Bethany, unsurprisingly, didn't receive any films. However, the CEO responded that, while he had no films to share, he could offer a live demonstration. After a night filled with passion, Bethany was certain she'd lose her job. But instead, her boss proposed, "Marry me. Please consider it." "Mr. Bates, you're kidding me, right?" What happens next? 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Read next chapterđ | As a junior assistant, she slept with the company's CEO. She was sure she would lose her job, but instead, her boss proposed to her: "Marry me!" ===== "Bethany, you should sleep with a handsome guy while you're still young, it's amazing! I highly recommend dabbling in something dirty while you're at it." Bethany Holt, away on a business trip and having had a little wine, lay in her hotel bed, on the verge of drifting off to sleep. However, as soon as she closed her eyes, the words of her best friend, Aimee Bates, replayed in her mind. In a month, she would turn twenty-six-and in all her years on this earth, she never had a boyfriend. She hadn't even kissed a man yet. It wasn't the first time Aimee had suggested it, but today, Bethany suddenly felt an inexplicable desire awakening inside of her. Bethany sat up in bed as this strange, new feeling grew unbearable. Subconsciously, she grabbed her phone. Having taken out her contact lenses, her vision was blurred and she couldn't see the screen clearly, but when she saw the familiar surname of her best friend, she tapped on it and sent her a message. "Send me some recommendations. I'm in the mood to watch what you just said." Seconds later, she received a reply. "?" Bethany frowned and, still drunk, joked, "Don't play ignorant! Either send me movies or send me a hot guy. I'm in Room 1501." After hitting send, Bethany waited expectantly for a reply, only to be met with crickets. Just as she was about to get out of bed for some water, the doorbell suddenly rang. She didn't think too much of it and walked right over. After all, Aimee wouldn't actually send a man to her room in the middle of the night, would she? As soon as she opened the door, Bethany went as stiff as a board. "Mr. Bates?" He seemed to have just taken a shower. His short hair was still dripping wet, and he was wearing nothing but a black silk robe. Because of his tall and strong frame, he towered over her and practically blocked the doorway. His handsome face was partially obscured in the darkness, his eyes no longer as indifferent and detached as usual. Instead, he looked like a hungry beast, staring at its prey. "Mr. Bates, what can I do for-" Before she could finish her sentence, she felt a pair of big hands grabbing the back of her head. The next second, she felt his rough lips pressed against hers. Bethany could taste the sickly sweetness of wine on his tongue. Before she could understand what was happening, she was thrown on the bed and the man climbed on top of her. It was obvious that Jonathan Bates was drunk. Otherwise, why would the CEO of Ensson Corporation come to a lowly assistant's hotel room? Bethany's first instinct was to fight back, but all of a sudden, she stopped struggling. It was her first time being with a man. Her alcohol-addled brain started to consider that maybe sleeping with such a handsome, rich, and powerful one would be a good thing. Jonathan wouldn't remember who she was, just like how he didn't remember that they were seat mates in junior high for nearly a year. As a low-level assistant at the company, Bethany rarely crossed paths with their CEO. No one would ever believe that she had slept with him. After mulling over it for a few seconds, she finally plucked up the courage to wrap her arms around his neck in the moonlight. Chapter 2 The Duality Of Jonathan Bates In the wee hours of the morning, Bethany woke up to find the man next to her still fast asleep. He was so close that his steady breath tickled her neck, making it hard for her to lie still. Oh, God! What had she done? She had slept with her boss! Eyes wide as saucers, Bethany held her breath and carefully extricated herself from his arms. Without a moment to lose, she quickly got dressed, packed her things, and ran to the hotel's front desk to check into another room. Wondering what the hell happened last night, she checked her phone and found that the dirty texts she had sent hadn't gone to her best friend, Aimee Bates. No, she had mistakenly texted someone else who had the same surname-Jonathan Bates, her boss and CEO of Ensson Corporation. A few years ago, at a junior high school reunion, the class monitor had created a chat group and asked everyone to add each other as friends. Bethany clearly remembered that it was Jonathan who had added her, but he never messaged her, and vice versa. Bethany ran her fingers through her wild hair in distress, unable to wrap her head around the fact that she had made such a stupid mistake. She checked into her new room and sat down, trying to calm herself down. Then, she decisively took out her phone and left the high school chat group. She changed her social media name from Bethany to Lily and replaced her profile picture with that of a stock photo of a random girl she downloaded from the Internet. Now, Jonathan wouldn't know who she was. She figured it wouldn't be necessary to unfriend Jonathan. And since Room 1501 was booked by the company, there were no traces that could lead to her. After taking these precautions, Bethany finally put her phone aside and went back to sleep. The next thing she knew, her alarm clock was blaring into her ears. Today, she had to go to Glora Company with her manager to discuss additional funding. The net value of the project had plummeted to its limit loss. The other party demanded replenishing, or they would sell the securities assets. In this emergency, the investment department was lucky to use Jonathan's private plane to fly to Degend for business. After washing her face and brushing her teeth, Bethany hurried to the hotel lobby with the documents in hand. Shortly after, Aimee came downstairs, muttering unhappily, "Carson Smith insisted we weren't the replenishing party, but I went to the trust company and checked the contract. His name was clearly on the copy!" "Shh, Carson's coming. Don't let him hear you," Bethany warned. Just then, she noticed a tall man surrounded by a group of people walking out of the elevator. It was Jonathan. He had changed the silk robe he wore last night into a well-tailored black suit. His thick eyebrows were slightly furrowed, his thin lips tightly pursed as he listened to his secretary's report on something. As he walked across the lobby, he didn't even spare a glance at Bethany. Jonathan's cold demeanor was well-known in the business world. His sharp, handsome face was always reserved and arrogant. He didn't talk much, but his mere presence was enough to make the very air around him drop several hundred degrees. Bethany tried her best to recall, but the man in front of her seemed so different from the one who had kissed her so passionately last night. It seemed she might have remembered it all wrong. "Oh, my God, Mr. Bates is so handsome. I would literally die to sleep with him for just one night!" Aimee whispered to Bethany excitedly, failing to notice Bethany's visible discomfort. "We both have the same surname, but why is there such a huge gap between us? Hey, earth to Bethany! Hello?" Aimee touched Bethany's arm, snapping her back to reality. Bethany immediately lowered her head, trying to avoid being seen by Jonathan. But just as he and the group of people were about to reach the exit, he stopped in his tracks and said to his secretary, "Find out who was checked into Room 1501 last night." Hearing those numbers, Bethany felt as if her legs were filled with lead. Her mind went completely blank, and she could only vaguely hear Aimee exclaim, "1501? That's where Bethany slept last night!" Aimee's loud voice drew everyone's attention, including Jonathan's. Fortunately for Bethany, he quickly lost interest and headed for the door as though nothing happened. His entourage followed, and together, they all left the hotel. As soon as they were gone, Aimee poked Bethany with an inquisitive look in her eye. "That was weird, huh? Why would Mr. Bates be interested in your room?" Aimee was puzzled. She had expected something sensational to happen, but unexpectedly, Jonathan left as though the revelation meant nothing to him. Bethany breathed a sigh of relief and replied, "My room has a good view. Maybe he wants to stay there." "Seriously?" "Don't forget he's the CEO!" Aimee shrugged. Bethany's words made sense-since she and Jonathan were from two completely different worlds, nothing could have happened between them. "Do you think a gorgeous yet cold man like Mr. Bates is good in b*d?" she suddenly asked, wriggling her brows at Bethany playfully. Bethany was speechless. Aimee's fantasies were exaggerated, but as for his size... Bethany suddenly realized her mind was drifting off to more inappropriate thoughts. She shook her head, banishing those dirty images to the back of her brain. She blamed Aimee for being a bad influence. Suddenly, Bethany froze. She quickly flipped through the documents in her hand. "Damn it." She may left the project contract in Room 1501 when she hurriedly made her escape...... ...... As a simple assistant, messaging the CEO in the dead of night to request shares of adult films was a bold move. Bethany, unsurprisingly, didn't receive any films. However, the CEO responded that, while he had no films to share, he could offer a live demonstration. After a night filled with passion, Bethany was certain she'd lose her job. But instead, her boss proposed, "Marry me. Please consider it." "Mr. Bates, you're kidding me, right?" What happens next? 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Read next chapterđ | As a junior assistant, she slept with the company's CEO. She was sure she would lose her job, but instead, her boss proposed to her: "Marry me!" ===== "Bethany, you should sleep with a handsome guy while you're still young, it's amazing! I highly recommend dabbling in something dirty while you're at it." Bethany Holt, away on a business trip and having had a little wine, lay in her hotel bed, on the verge of drifting off to sleep. However, as soon as she closed her eyes, the words of her best friend, Aimee Bates, replayed in her mind. In a month, she would turn twenty-six-and in all her years on this earth, she never had a boyfriend. She hadn't even kissed a man yet. It wasn't the first time Aimee had suggested it, but today, Bethany suddenly felt an inexplicable desire awakening inside of her. Bethany sat up in bed as this strange, new feeling grew unbearable. Subconsciously, she grabbed her phone. Having taken out her contact lenses, her vision was blurred and she couldn't see the screen clearly, but when she saw the familiar surname of her best friend, she tapped on it and sent her a message. "Send me some recommendations. I'm in the mood to watch what you just said." Seconds later, she received a reply. "?" Bethany frowned and, still drunk, joked, "Don't play ignorant! Either send me movies or send me a hot guy. I'm in Room 1501." After hitting send, Bethany waited expectantly for a reply, only to be met with crickets. Just as she was about to get out of bed for some water, the doorbell suddenly rang. She didn't think too much of it and walked right over. After all, Aimee wouldn't actually send a man to her room in the middle of the night, would she? As soon as she opened the door, Bethany went as stiff as a board. "Mr. Bates?" He seemed to have just taken a shower. His short hair was still dripping wet, and he was wearing nothing but a black silk robe. Because of his tall and strong frame, he towered over her and practically blocked the doorway. His handsome face was partially obscured in the darkness, his eyes no longer as indifferent and detached as usual. Instead, he looked like a hungry beast, staring at its prey. "Mr. Bates, what can I do for-" Before she could finish her sentence, she felt a pair of big hands grabbing the back of her head. The next second, she felt his rough lips pressed against hers. Bethany could taste the sickly sweetness of wine on his tongue. Before she could understand what was happening, she was thrown on the bed and the man climbed on top of her. It was obvious that Jonathan Bates was drunk. Otherwise, why would the CEO of Ensson Corporation come to a lowly assistant's hotel room? Bethany's first instinct was to fight back, but all of a sudden, she stopped struggling. It was her first time being with a man. Her alcohol-addled brain started to consider that maybe sleeping with such a handsome, rich, and powerful one would be a good thing. Jonathan wouldn't remember who she was, just like how he didn't remember that they were seat mates in junior high for nearly a year. As a low-level assistant at the company, Bethany rarely crossed paths with their CEO. No one would ever believe that she had slept with him. After mulling over it for a few seconds, she finally plucked up the courage to wrap her arms around his neck in the moonlight. Chapter 2 The Duality Of Jonathan Bates In the wee hours of the morning, Bethany woke up to find the man next to her still fast asleep. He was so close that his steady breath tickled her neck, making it hard for her to lie still. Oh, God! What had she done? She had slept with her boss! Eyes wide as saucers, Bethany held her breath and carefully extricated herself from his arms. Without a moment to lose, she quickly got dressed, packed her things, and ran to the hotel's front desk to check into another room. Wondering what the hell happened last night, she checked her phone and found that the dirty texts she had sent hadn't gone to her best friend, Aimee Bates. No, she had mistakenly texted someone else who had the same surname-Jonathan Bates, her boss and CEO of Ensson Corporation. A few years ago, at a junior high school reunion, the class monitor had created a chat group and asked everyone to add each other as friends. Bethany clearly remembered that it was Jonathan who had added her, but he never messaged her, and vice versa. Bethany ran her fingers through her wild hair in distress, unable to wrap her head around the fact that she had made such a stupid mistake. She checked into her new room and sat down, trying to calm herself down. Then, she decisively took out her phone and left the high school chat group. She changed her social media name from Bethany to Lily and replaced her profile picture with that of a stock photo of a random girl she downloaded from the Internet. Now, Jonathan wouldn't know who she was. She figured it wouldn't be necessary to unfriend Jonathan. And since Room 1501 was booked by the company, there were no traces that could lead to her. After taking these precautions, Bethany finally put her phone aside and went back to sleep. The next thing she knew, her alarm clock was blaring into her ears. Today, she had to go to Glora Company with her manager to discuss additional funding. The net value of the project had plummeted to its limit loss. The other party demanded replenishing, or they would sell the securities assets. In this emergency, the investment department was lucky to use Jonathan's private plane to fly to Degend for business. After washing her face and brushing her teeth, Bethany hurried to the hotel lobby with the documents in hand. Shortly after, Aimee came downstairs, muttering unhappily, "Carson Smith insisted we weren't the replenishing party, but I went to the trust company and checked the contract. His name was clearly on the copy!" "Shh, Carson's coming. Don't let him hear you," Bethany warned. Just then, she noticed a tall man surrounded by a group of people walking out of the elevator. It was Jonathan. He had changed the silk robe he wore last night into a well-tailored black suit. His thick eyebrows were slightly furrowed, his thin lips tightly pursed as he listened to his secretary's report on something. As he walked across the lobby, he didn't even spare a glance at Bethany. Jonathan's cold demeanor was well-known in the business world. His sharp, handsome face was always reserved and arrogant. He didn't talk much, but his mere presence was enough to make the very air around him drop several hundred degrees. Bethany tried her best to recall, but the man in front of her seemed so different from the one who had kissed her so passionately last night. It seemed she might have remembered it all wrong. "Oh, my God, Mr. Bates is so handsome. I would literally die to sleep with him for just one night!" Aimee whispered to Bethany excitedly, failing to notice Bethany's visible discomfort. "We both have the same surname, but why is there such a huge gap between us? Hey, earth to Bethany! Hello?" Aimee touched Bethany's arm, snapping her back to reality. Bethany immediately lowered her head, trying to avoid being seen by Jonathan. But just as he and the group of people were about to reach the exit, he stopped in his tracks and said to his secretary, "Find out who was checked into Room 1501 last night." Hearing those numbers, Bethany felt as if her legs were filled with lead. Her mind went completely blank, and she could only vaguely hear Aimee exclaim, "1501? That's where Bethany slept last night!" Aimee's loud voice drew everyone's attention, including Jonathan's. Fortunately for Bethany, he quickly lost interest and headed for the door as though nothing happened. His entourage followed, and together, they all left the hotel. As soon as they were gone, Aimee poked Bethany with an inquisitive look in her eye. "That was weird, huh? Why would Mr. Bates be interested in your room?" Aimee was puzzled. She had expected something sensational to happen, but unexpectedly, Jonathan left as though the revelation meant nothing to him. Bethany breathed a sigh of relief and replied, "My room has a good view. Maybe he wants to stay there." "Seriously?" "Don't forget he's the CEO!" Aimee shrugged. Bethany's words made sense-since she and Jonathan were from two completely different worlds, nothing could have happened between them. "Do you think a gorgeous yet cold man like Mr. Bates is good in b*d?" she suddenly asked, wriggling her brows at Bethany playfully. Bethany was speechless. Aimee's fantasies were exaggerated, but as for his size... Bethany suddenly realized her mind was drifting off to more inappropriate thoughts. She shook her head, banishing those dirty images to the back of her brain. She blamed Aimee for being a bad influence. Suddenly, Bethany froze. She quickly flipped through the documents in her hand. "Damn it." She may left the project contract in Room 1501 when she hurriedly made her escape...... ...... As a simple assistant, messaging the CEO in the dead of night to request shares of adult films was a bold move. Bethany, unsurprisingly, didn't receive any films. However, the CEO responded that, while he had no films to share, he could offer a live demonstration. After a night filled with passion, Bethany was certain she'd lose her job. But instead, her boss proposed, "Marry me. Please consider it." "Mr. Bates, you're kidding me, right?" What happens next? 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Read next chapterđ | As a junior assistant, she slept with the company's CEO. She was sure she would lose her job, but instead, her boss proposed to her: "Marry me!" ===== "Bethany, you should sleep with a handsome guy while you're still young, it's amazing! I highly recommend dabbling in something dirty while you're at it." Bethany Holt, away on a business trip and having had a little wine, lay in her hotel bed, on the verge of drifting off to sleep. However, as soon as she closed her eyes, the words of her best friend, Aimee Bates, replayed in her mind. In a month, she would turn twenty-six-and in all her years on this earth, she never had a boyfriend. She hadn't even kissed a man yet. It wasn't the first time Aimee had suggested it, but today, Bethany suddenly felt an inexplicable desire awakening inside of her. Bethany sat up in bed as this strange, new feeling grew unbearable. Subconsciously, she grabbed her phone. Having taken out her contact lenses, her vision was blurred and she couldn't see the screen clearly, but when she saw the familiar surname of her best friend, she tapped on it and sent her a message. "Send me some recommendations. I'm in the mood to watch what you just said." Seconds later, she received a reply. "?" Bethany frowned and, still drunk, joked, "Don't play ignorant! Either send me movies or send me a hot guy. I'm in Room 1501." After hitting send, Bethany waited expectantly for a reply, only to be met with crickets. Just as she was about to get out of bed for some water, the doorbell suddenly rang. She didn't think too much of it and walked right over. After all, Aimee wouldn't actually send a man to her room in the middle of the night, would she? As soon as she opened the door, Bethany went as stiff as a board. "Mr. Bates?" He seemed to have just taken a shower. His short hair was still dripping wet, and he was wearing nothing but a black silk robe. Because of his tall and strong frame, he towered over her and practically blocked the doorway. His handsome face was partially obscured in the darkness, his eyes no longer as indifferent and detached as usual. Instead, he looked like a hungry beast, staring at its prey. "Mr. Bates, what can I do for-" Before she could finish her sentence, she felt a pair of big hands grabbing the back of her head. The next second, she felt his rough lips pressed against hers. Bethany could taste the sickly sweetness of wine on his tongue. Before she could understand what was happening, she was thrown on the bed and the man climbed on top of her. It was obvious that Jonathan Bates was drunk. Otherwise, why would the CEO of Ensson Corporation come to a lowly assistant's hotel room? Bethany's first instinct was to fight back, but all of a sudden, she stopped struggling. It was her first time being with a man. Her alcohol-addled brain started to consider that maybe sleeping with such a handsome, rich, and powerful one would be a good thing. Jonathan wouldn't remember who she was, just like how he didn't remember that they were seat mates in junior high for nearly a year. As a low-level assistant at the company, Bethany rarely crossed paths with their CEO. No one would ever believe that she had slept with him. After mulling over it for a few seconds, she finally plucked up the courage to wrap her arms around his neck in the moonlight. Chapter 2 The Duality Of Jonathan Bates In the wee hours of the morning, Bethany woke up to find the man next to her still fast asleep. He was so close that his steady breath tickled her neck, making it hard for her to lie still. Oh, God! What had she done? She had slept with her boss! Eyes wide as saucers, Bethany held her breath and carefully extricated herself from his arms. Without a moment to lose, she quickly got dressed, packed her things, and ran to the hotel's front desk to check into another room. Wondering what the hell happened last night, she checked her phone and found that the dirty texts she had sent hadn't gone to her best friend, Aimee Bates. No, she had mistakenly texted someone else who had the same surname-Jonathan Bates, her boss and CEO of Ensson Corporation. A few years ago, at a junior high school reunion, the class monitor had created a chat group and asked everyone to add each other as friends. Bethany clearly remembered that it was Jonathan who had added her, but he never messaged her, and vice versa. Bethany ran her fingers through her wild hair in distress, unable to wrap her head around the fact that she had made such a stupid mistake. She checked into her new room and sat down, trying to calm herself down. Then, she decisively took out her phone and left the high school chat group. She changed her social media name from Bethany to Lily and replaced her profile picture with that of a stock photo of a random girl she downloaded from the Internet. Now, Jonathan wouldn't know who she was. She figured it wouldn't be necessary to unfriend Jonathan. And since Room 1501 was booked by the company, there were no traces that could lead to her. After taking these precautions, Bethany finally put her phone aside and went back to sleep. The next thing she knew, her alarm clock was blaring into her ears. Today, she had to go to Glora Company with her manager to discuss additional funding. The net value of the project had plummeted to its limit loss. The other party demanded replenishing, or they would sell the securities assets. In this emergency, the investment department was lucky to use Jonathan's private plane to fly to Degend for business. After washing her face and brushing her teeth, Bethany hurried to the hotel lobby with the documents in hand. Shortly after, Aimee came downstairs, muttering unhappily, "Carson Smith insisted we weren't the replenishing party, but I went to the trust company and checked the contract. His name was clearly on the copy!" "Shh, Carson's coming. Don't let him hear you," Bethany warned. Just then, she noticed a tall man surrounded by a group of people walking out of the elevator. It was Jonathan. He had changed the silk robe he wore last night into a well-tailored black suit. His thick eyebrows were slightly furrowed, his thin lips tightly pursed as he listened to his secretary's report on something. As he walked across the lobby, he didn't even spare a glance at Bethany. Jonathan's cold demeanor was well-known in the business world. His sharp, handsome face was always reserved and arrogant. He didn't talk much, but his mere presence was enough to make the very air around him drop several hundred degrees. Bethany tried her best to recall, but the man in front of her seemed so different from the one who had kissed her so passionately last night. It seemed she might have remembered it all wrong. "Oh, my God, Mr. Bates is so handsome. I would literally die to sleep with him for just one night!" Aimee whispered to Bethany excitedly, failing to notice Bethany's visible discomfort. "We both have the same surname, but why is there such a huge gap between us? Hey, earth to Bethany! Hello?" Aimee touched Bethany's arm, snapping her back to reality. Bethany immediately lowered her head, trying to avoid being seen by Jonathan. But just as he and the group of people were about to reach the exit, he stopped in his tracks and said to his secretary, "Find out who was checked into Room 1501 last night." Hearing those numbers, Bethany felt as if her legs were filled with lead. Her mind went completely blank, and she could only vaguely hear Aimee exclaim, "1501? That's where Bethany slept last night!" Aimee's loud voice drew everyone's attention, including Jonathan's. Fortunately for Bethany, he quickly lost interest and headed for the door as though nothing happened. His entourage followed, and together, they all left the hotel. As soon as they were gone, Aimee poked Bethany with an inquisitive look in her eye. "That was weird, huh? Why would Mr. Bates be interested in your room?" Aimee was puzzled. She had expected something sensational to happen, but unexpectedly, Jonathan left as though the revelation meant nothing to him. Bethany breathed a sigh of relief and replied, "My room has a good view. Maybe he wants to stay there." "Seriously?" "Don't forget he's the CEO!" Aimee shrugged. Bethany's words made sense-since she and Jonathan were from two completely different worlds, nothing could have happened between them. "Do you think a gorgeous yet cold man like Mr. Bates is good in b*d?" she suddenly asked, wriggling her brows at Bethany playfully. Bethany was speechless. Aimee's fantasies were exaggerated, but as for his size... Bethany suddenly realized her mind was drifting off to more inappropriate thoughts. She shook her head, banishing those dirty images to the back of her brain. She blamed Aimee for being a bad influence. Suddenly, Bethany froze. She quickly flipped through the documents in her hand. "Damn it." She may left the project contract in Room 1501 when she hurriedly made her escape...... ...... As a simple assistant, messaging the CEO in the dead of night to request shares of adult films was a bold move. Bethany, unsurprisingly, didn't receive any films. However, the CEO responded that, while he had no films to share, he could offer a live demonstration. After a night filled with passion, Bethany was certain she'd lose her job. But instead, her boss proposed, "Marry me. Please consider it." "Mr. Bates, you're kidding me, right?" What happens next? 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