Annabelle smashed a wine bottle onto the head of the chubby Maximus Cromwell and as she ran out of the hotel room, she felt as though her body was burning like a blaze.
Her vision was blurry; her single remaining iota of rationality told her that she needed to escape!
She had no idea where she was heading, she just knew she needed to keep running in one direction.
As she passed by the swimming pool, she lost her balance. Her foot slipped, and she plunged into the water.
In her desperate struggle, she vaguely grasped onto a muscular figure.
Being a non-swimmer, she held onto this 'floater’ as if it was her last resort, refusing to let go.
At the same time, it felt like she touched a piece of ice upon her contact with this 'float,' which surprisingly gave her burning body a much-needed relief and comfort.
"Hot...Help me...please Help me..." she said.
Adrian Prescott, seeing this woman who suddenly jumped into the water and was clinging onto him, a trace of surprise flickered in his eyes, before getting drowned in the depth of his pupils.
She was soaking wet, her svelte figure outlined by her drenched white dress. But her eyes were innocent as they looked at him as if she was unknowingly alluring him like a siren.
Sure, some women dressed in more revealing clothes within his sight before, but seeing their bodies only triggered his disgust and held no interest for him.
Yet, she...
He felt a surge of warmth throughout his body.
For the first time, touching a woman's body didn't bring him disgust; on the contrary, he wanted to possess her entirely.
Adrian lifted her chin with his fingers, staring at her like a beast hunting its prey, "So, you've resulted to using this method to attract me, to throw yourself into my arms! Very well...you're the one."
He lifted the woman who was wrapped around his body and walked out of the swimming pool.
At that moment, he heard the bodyguards' hurried footsteps.
The bodyguards had received the news. That an unidentified woman had dared to intrude into the private rest area of Adrian Prescott.
Before they could approach, he turned his back to the bodyguards, obstructing any eyes that would fall on the woman's body, and fiercely warned, "LEAVE! Without my permission, you're not allowed to come closer.”
After speaking, he directly carried her away from the swimming pool and into his room.
When he threw Annabelle onto the bed, she, now without a cold source, felt the flames in her body burn even more intensely.
She slightly parted her mouth, which was as tantalizing as a rose, and murmured, "Hold...want to hold!" She had lost all rationality, acting purely on instinct.
Adrian looked at the woman on the bed, her dark hair sprawled out like seaweed, his gaze hotter than before.
“You're rather forward! Can't wait, can you?”
He enveloped her body, unable to bear tearing her clothes, saying, "As you wish."
The next day.
Annabelle slowly opened her eyes, feeling a headache, and her body was even more sore and unbearable as if all her strength had been drained.
But when she saw the scene before her, she was completely stunned.
She was being held by a man, nestled against him like a little rabbit, his strong arms encircling her waist, tightly imprisoning her body, not allowing her to leave.