Antique wooden dado, carved with golden vine patterns.
Anna Jadwin barely opened her eyes, smelling a strong scent of passion and desire.
She turned her body and bumped into a burning-hot male torso. The man behind her groaned, and his coarse hand reached inside her collar, his index finger wearing a valuable black gemstone ring.
How much had Anna drank? She couldn't remember how she ended up on this bed.
"Let go… mm…"
Her fair skin was covered with love bites, revealing that she had been passionately loved earlier in the night.
Her sore and swollen body had no strength to resist, and her moans and whimpers melted into the man's deep breathing.
His scorching kisses marked her neck.
A regal breath, forcibly and dominantly invaded her nostrils.
A night of passion.
The next day, she woke up lying alone in the luxurious bed of the presidential suite, feeling like a broken doll.
Moving slightly, she winced from the sour soreness between her legs.
It hurt so much.
Anna forced herself to get out of bed, her head pounding and her body covered with love bites.
She vaguely remembered that before passing out, a handsome figure walked towards her under the shadow of flowers—
Black gloves, British-patterned, gold-edged cuff coat.
A Baroque vintage crucifix brooch, clasping a double chain through his left lower pocket.
He was like a king materialized from darkness, exuding a seductive wildness…
She accidentally bumped into his arms, tightly holding him and mistaking him for Maxwell Cameron.
So, the bastard took advantage of her and… possessed her.
Anna tried to recall but couldn't remember his face.
She didn't even know who he was…
Suddenly, there was noise from the bathroom. Scared, Anna climbed back onto the bed and covered her love-bite-covered fair body with a blanket, staring at the bathroom like a frightened deer—
The door opened, and a wisp of mist poured out. The man wore a noble purple bathrobe, his thin lips pursed with indifference, his blue eyes filled with cold ruthlessness. His presence was intimidating.
Anna almost thought she saw it wrong, her heart tightened in fear—was it him?
Wayne Bailey's indifferent gaze swept across her face, his eyebrows furrowed with disgust. His long legs from under the bathrobe strode towards her, his breath getting closer and closer. Anna was nailed to the spot, not daring to move.
His noble face bent down, approaching her: "Hand, move."
Anna was taken aback before realizing that her hand was on his expensive British handmade suit!
Wayne Bailey took away the clothes, his mouth curved with cold ridicule, staring at her messy makeup: "Go clean yourself!"
The commanding tone, dominating and undisputed.
"Why do you talk to me like that? It was you who took advantage of…me…" Anna furrowed her eyebrows, but the words died in her throat as she met his cold gaze.
Wayne Bailey pinched her jaw, her stubborn appearance reminding him of her from three years ago…
Anna became increasingly panicked, worried that he would recognize her true identity!
Knock, knock, the door was politely knocked on.
Wayne Bailey coldly let go of his hand, picked up a wet tissue from the table, and wiped his long fingers: "Aren't you going to wash up? Or should I throw you in there myself?"
Was he disgusted by her dirtiness? Uncomfortable feelings surged inside Anna's heart as she randomly grabbed a piece of clothing to wrap around her body before jumping out of bed and running into the bathroom!
In the mirror, Anna saw her heavy makeup and slightly smudged eyeliner.
He hadn't recognized her. Three years ago, she was the proud Felicia Sullivan, but after The Sullivans went bankrupt, she went into hiding using Anna Jadwin's identity and disguised her stunning face under layers of makeup, becoming an ordinary-looking woman.
**Main characters Anna Jadwin and Wayne Bailey.
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