"Nervous?"

The man's hoarse, magnetic voice resonated next to Evelyn’s ear. His breathing heavy.

"Are you crazy? This is the Rutherford family house…" she managed to speak in between low whispers, sweat dripping down her body

Avoiding him, she shivered involuntarily, her fingers tightly clenching the sofa cover. The feeling was surging more with intensity yet her coochie was hot. She wanted him to go in deeper.

Her flushed cheeks stirred the man behind her into a wild frenzy. The constant footsteps outside the tea room indicated that many people had returned for the Rutherford family banquet tonight.

Evelyn was constantly worried that someone would burst in at any moment. She dared not make a sound, yet the man seemed intent on teasing her, wearing her down bit by bit, almost making her cry out loud. He pounded her heavily and fast, going in and out furiously, pleasure heightening greatly.

The man's big and long dick was reflected in the glass, his eyes filled with a touch of playfulness, taking in her panicked expression.

"What are you afraid of?" The man's lips curved in a smug smile. He piped her deeper and harder and within few minutes both of them shivered terribly, clearly orgasming. Their breathing was high. His dick gradually slipped out of her wet and slippery coochie. He rested his hands on her butt for a while before he stood erect, shook of some remains of sperm, zipped up his trouser and left the room in a haste.

The man swiftly departed, leaving Evelyn to collapse under the weight of the ordeal. Her hands were still shaking, her coochie still on fire and pleasure making her go wild. She had orgasmed.

Directly in front of her was a mirror, convenient for primping and the like. Evelyn saw her own face, flushed as though she had applied rouge, her clothing a disheveled mess. Meanwhile, the man standing behind her, Rutherford Holland…

His attire impeccable, genteel, and handsome.

In the line of Rutherford family grandchildren, he came second, surpassed by an older cousin. But the latter was the genuine prince of the Rutherford family, his power overwhelming and by all means, not someone to be trifled with easily.

The man's gaze landed on the finger marks on Evelyn's waist, abandoned his handkerchief, lit a cigarette, and slowly exhaled a puff of smoke.

The jade ring on his left thumb emitted a faint luminescent glow, cold as ice, a rare breed of dragon jade from the northern parts of Myanmar.

"I heard you've been looking at cars recently, do you want me to buy one for you?"

"No need, I can buy it myself." Evelyn put her clothes on, clenched her fingers, and did not look at the man's expression in the mirror.

She knew he was mad, just now he had tormented her in different ways, this sentence was simply fuel to the fire.

"So, you really plan to cut all ties with me?"

Evelyn kept her head down, remained silent while fingering the buttons on her top, her fingers turning pale from the pressure.

"Evelyn, you have truly grown." Rutherford Holland sneered.

His gaze shifted away from her waistline, after a few puffs, he extinguished the cigarette.

Evelyn kept her head down, rose up from the ground, and rushed to the bathroom to tidy up. The doors of the tearoom opened and closed again, she knew Rutherford Holland had left.

After a while, when the blush on her face had completely subsided, and she was sure that there were no visible marks left on her body, she stepped out from the restroom.

By the time she reached the dining room, most of the people had already arrived.

For the Rutherford family's feast, returning people filled three large round tables, it was lively, but nobody took the initiative to speak with Evelyn.

Evelyn did not want to deal with the Rutherford family members either, she kept her head down and searched for her seat.

"Where have you been? I've looked for you for ages, and you didn't answer your phone." Mother Bertha Rake approaches and holds her hand, glaring at her discontentedly.

Evelyn subtly pulls her hand back and whispers, "I didn't hear it." In fact, she had, but Rutherford Holland didn't allow her to answer. He disliked being disturbed in such matters; it would make him angry, and he would make it even more difficult for her.

As Evelyn takes her seat, she hears someone from the main table say, "Brother, your sleeve is wet."

Evelyn hears Rutherford Holland lightly laugh, "It got dampened by water just now." She wasn't sure if she was being overly sensitive, but she felt as though Rutherford Holland glanced at her after saying those words.

She raises her head guiltily to look.

A small portion of the sleeve on Rutherford Holland's right hand was wet, but it's not that noticeable because his clothes were black. She remembers that he was holding her up with that hand earlier, his breath warm as he nipped her ear and told her that she was made of water.

Evelyn's cheeks burn an intense red.

Rutherford Holland takes off his suit jacket and drapes it over the back of the chair. Others are chatting with him; he responds absent-mindedly and no one dares to criticize him. In the Rutherford family, he was always the beloved star.

Unlike Evelyn.

She entered the Rutherford family when her mother remarried, her mother married to Rutherford Holland's fifth uncle.

Among those of the Sun generation in the Rutherford family, from the eldest to youngest, known by their respective titles - from Young Master, Second Young Master, to Fifth Young Miss, one could tell they were Rutherford household by their titles alone. Only she was referred by the servants as Miss Evelyn.

"You're an outsider."

Bertha Rake muttered into her ear.

"Old Master has always been dissatisfied with us. You moreover aren't abiding by the rules. Don't you know today is a family feast? Luckily, Old Master didn't assign blame."

Her mother had remarried, and from the start, they were seen through prejudiced eyes, especially after Rutherford Holland's fifth uncle died, the mother and daughter were even more unwelcome.

Behind the scenes, the servants claimed that Bertha Rake was a husband-killer and Evelyn was a jinx.

Thus, Bertha Rake was particularly careful to observe the Rutherford family's house rules. Evelyn had already become used to it, and she didn't really pay heed to her mother's complaints, but her mind was full of Rutherford Holland's last profound statement.

She often glanced in the direction of the main table.

The seemingly unbreakable relationship with Rutherford Holland sent her thoughts trailing back to two years ago.

The night she graduated from college, she got drunk with her classmates.

In fact, she had been a teetotaler before, but that day was different because the Rutherford family had plans to arrange a marriage for Rutherford Holland.

Rutherford Holland, the man she had quietly liked for many years.

Unexpectedly, Rutherford Holland was at the bar that night too. She had had some drinks, and courage, so she stuck close to Rutherford Holland and asked him, "Rutherford Holland, what do you think of me?"

Rutherford Holland brushed off her hand resting on his shoulder, and asked with a smirk, "Think what about you?"

Evelyn never thought that she, the typical good girl, would do such a rebellious thing as questioning Rutherford Holland, who was technically her cousin.

She tiptoed up and whispered in Rutherford Holland's ear, "To be your woman."

Leaning against the wall, Rutherford Holland lit a cigarette, and asked her through the smoke, "Dare you?"

Evelyn pecked at his chin, and again fearlessly roped her arms around his neck, provocatively saying, "What about you, dare you?"

Rutherford Holland extinguished his cigarette, giving no answer, but only a smile. His eyes, mingling in the light, seemed as deep and cold as an abyss, and as consuming as a destructive fire.

That night, she became Rutherford Holland's woman.

At the brink of life and death, Rutherford Holland bit her earlobe, "Evelyn, remember what you said tonight."

Evelyn said a lot of things that night, she couldn't even remember which particular one Rutherford Holland was referring to.

After that, Evelyn did become a little scared. Provoking a man like Rutherford Holland was dangerous. Their relationship was secretive, which meant that Rutherford Holland would never recognize her. She liked Rutherford Holland, having quietly loved him for so many years, she was reluctant to just let go. But he had to get married and have children eventually; she heard that his old man had already selected a suitable partner for him.

He never brought it up, implicitly acknowledging her concealed status. Mistress, the other woman, Evelyn dared not even think about it. If this love was destined to be unequal, then she was unwilling to continue being so humiliated. Therefore, she sent a message to Rutherford Holland last weekend, wanting to end their distorted relationship.

Until today, Rutherford Holland had not given any reply.

In the evening, she returned to the Rutherford mansion and ran into him. In the deserted corridor, she tried to bypass him with her head lowered, but he grasped her wrist and pulled her into the tea room...

Judging by his appearance, she had angered him.

Dishes were continuously served at the table, bringing Evelyn's wandering thoughts back.

A servant brought up a fish. All the seafood for the evening had been air-transported from abroad. It was a steamed fish, splashed with hot oil. As the fish meat flipped over, a savory aroma filled the air.

Evelyn felt an uncomfortable surge. Just as she was about to avoid this smell, she couldn't help but blurt out, "Ugh..."