In a hazy state, Jane felt as though she had been immersed in a scorching desert, her lips parting and muttering a cry for help, "Water, water." She gasped.
Suddenly, an icy object struck her, cooling and making her a bit more comfortable. Jane hugged it subconsciously. Her pretty blushed face utterly relaxing against the object. "So comfy..."
She could smell the fragrance of shower gel, mingled with a man's masculine scent. It was... soothing.
Was it Brandon?
At the thought of it, joy filled Jane's heart; Brandon was finally longing for her!
She hugged Brandon tightly, wanting more of him.
"Husband, give me..." she yearned for her husband to give her affection.
But the man cultivating her body flashed a glint of coldness in his fiery eyes.
His thin lips parted, his deep voice mesmerizing, "Baby girl, look clearly, who am I?"
Jane, in a befuddled state, had no idea who the man on top of her was, only that he was incredibly attractive and she yearned for him.
Her body drew closer to the man subconsciously, wishing for his embrace.
Provoked by Jane, the man's eyes deepened, and he bit her lip.
Jane moaned with satisfaction, spurring the man to hold her even more tightly.
After a night of passion, upon waking, Jane felt as if her bones were shattered.
Thinking back to her husband's relentless pursuit last night, joy spread through Jane's heart.
Half a year ago, she was introduced to Brandon through a friend. After they got married, Brandon was always on a business trip, and even when he came back, he would go straight to sleep.
She dared not tell anyone that they had not consummated their wedding even after half a year of marriage.
But yesterday, she finally transitioned from a girl to a woman.
Could this be the birthday surprise that Brandon prepared for her?
Thinking of this, Jane felt incredibly sweet in her heart, as if she had been dipped in honey.
Just as she was deep in thoughts, she heard a "click", the bathroom door opened.
"Ja..." The voice stopped abruptly, like a suddenly cut-off tape.
The man who came out of the shower was not her husband, Brandon, but a man she didn't know at all!
He was tall and had deep-set features, sharp brows and eyes that were extremely masculine.
The man was tall, wearing a black suit, and had an extremely strong aura.
Jane was stunned like she was struck by lightning.
Who is he?
The man's dark eyes turned to Jane, whose face was pale, and his eyebrows furrowed even tighter.
"Who are you, how are you here, where is my husband?" Jane asked with a pale face.
Her pitiful appearance made the man somewhat disdainful. Yesterday, she was so passionate about cling to him, but today, she woke up pretending not to know him.
Thinking of the woman's clinging to him yesterday, the man's Adam's apple moved a little, and his body began to stir again.
Suppressing the physical reaction, he strode over coldly, scaring Jane to retreat and cling onto the blanket. Her pale, little face filled with apprehension.
The man frowned unhappily, picked up his wallet from the side, pulled out a few bills and casually tossed them down, coldly stating, "This is for your services."
The term 'services' stabbed her heart like a knife.
Jane widened her eyes in disbelief, “What do you mean? I’m not a prostitute! I came here with my husband.”
The man gave a cold laugh, walked to the edge of the bed. His rough hand rested on the head of the bed, his handsome face approaching Jane.
Jane panicked, “What...what are you doing?”
The man’s thin lips curved up in a smirk. His deep voice held a trace of chilling intent, “Woman, if you’re going to lie, at least think of a better excuse. I was your first man yesterday.”
The revelation made Jane’s brain buzz.
After he said those words, without paying any attention to Jane, he strode towards the door and slammed it shut with a loud bang.
Jane was thrown into a chaos, feeling desperate, "How could this happen?"
She was sure she came with Brandon, how did she end up with a stranger?