"No, it can't be him..."
Sky only hesitated for half a second before instantly dismissing the absurd idea.
Dray, that cold and indifferent man, how could he possibly appear in a place as decadent as the Nightshade Club?
Moreover, if the man from that night really was Dray...
Just thinking about it made Sky shudder with fear.
He pulled the covers up and turned off the lights, trying to sleep.
That night, Sky had a dream.
He dreamed that he had returned to the top floor of the Nightshade Club.
In the dimly lit room, a young man with his upper body bare lifted him up and pressed him against the door.
As they tangled together, he happened to lower his head and saw a faint tooth mark on the man's right shoulder.
The tooth mark was exactly the same as the mark on Dray's right shoulder, even the degree of fading was similar.
At that moment, the man holding him suddenly pinched his chin and lifted her face.
"Focus, Sky."
Dray's low, hoarse voice was filled with strong displeasure.
Sky widened his eyes: !!!
He suddenly looked up and realized that the man holding him had turned into Dray!
At this moment, the man was looking down at him with cold eyes, his ink-black eyebrows slightly furrowed, and his stern face was filled with displeasure.
His gaze was fierce, but his fingertips pinched his chin and he leaned down to kiss him.
...
Sky suddenly woke up from his dream.
"Hoo...hoo..." He gasped for breath and sat up, his back covered in cold sweat.
How could he have such a dream!
The man who took his virginity in the dream turned out to be Dray!.
It was too terrifying!
Fortunately, the alarm clock rang at this time, preventing him from continuing to indulge in his wild thoughts.
He looked at the time and it was already 7:30 in the morning. Sky quickly got up to prepare breakfast.
*
Uncle Mark had specifically instructed Sky before leaving that Dray usually wakes up at 7 o'clock in the morning, exercises, takes a shower, comes downstairs to have breakfast at 8 o'clock, and then goes to work at the company.
He would only come home for dinner around 7:30 in the evening.
Therefore, as a qualified Mr. Li, Sky must prepare breakfast and dinner at these two time points.
Sure enough, just as Sky had placed breakfast on the table according to the time, he saw the tall and slender figure of the man appear at the staircase.
He was wearing a dark high-end suit, with broad shoulders and a narrow waist, standing tall and straight there.
Perhaps it was because he had just exercised and showered in the morning.
Dray's short black hair was slightly messy, and just standing there exuded a strong male hormone scent.
"Good morning, Mr. Li. Breakfast is ready," Sky said, wearing an apron and standing by the table. he tilted his head slightly and gave him a professional smile, as if he had forgotten about the awkwardness from the night before.
Sky had been working as a caregiver in a nursing home for a year. He tried to think of Dray as just another difficult elderly person he had to take care of.
Dray's cold gaze flicked over to him when he heard his soft voice. He seemed to hesitate for a moment when he saw his gentle smile, but then he quickly looked away and walked into the kitchen to pour himself a cup of black coffee.
He only took two sips before grabbing his briefcase and heading towards the door without even looking back.
Did he only have two sips of coffee for breakfast? Was he unhappy with his cooking?
Sky wanted to ask him, but he remembered Dray's disgust from the night before and decided to keep quiet.
He followed him like a meek little husband and saw him off to work.
Just as Dray was about to leave, Sky suddenly stopped him.
"Wait a minute, Mr. Li...I noticed that you don't seem very satisfied with my cooking," he couldn't help but ask.
No one who takes pride in their cooking would like to see their food ignored.
Moreover, the vegetables in the imported supermarket downstairs were really expensive, far exceeding his usual expenses.
Dray seemed surprised that he dared to ask.
He turned around, his cold eyebrows slightly raised, "You're overthinking it. I'm not dissatisfied with your cooking."
Sky was stunned.
Really? Did he overthink it?
But the next second, he heard Logan's cold and eerie voice--
"I just dislike you as a person."
...
...
After throwing out these hurtful words, Dray pushed the door and left.
Leaving Sky alone, standing there in embarrassment and distress.
But the next second, Sky didn't even bother changing his shoes. He rushed out in his pajamas and slippers.
The man who was about to enter the elevator saw the man rushing out from behind him, and his eyebrows furrowed imperceptibly.
"Sky, if I were you, I wouldn't come out again and embarrass myself."
There was no pity in his cold and arrogant eyes, only a sense of ridicule.
Did he think that cooking a few meals and pretending to be gentle and virtuous would change his opinion of him?
Who did he think he was?
"No, Mr. Li, that's not what I want to talk to you about. I have something important to discuss with you. It won't take up too much of your time..."
Sky's voice was still panting, but he had forced herself to calm down.
His cold eyes narrowed slightly, hiding the disdain in his eyes. "What do you want to talk about?"
"I think... since Mr. Li hates me so much, he probably doesn't want to eat the dinner I cooked. So, can I not go home tonight?" Sky tried to express his inner thoughts.
But as soon as he finished speaking, Dray's face immediately turned cold.
"Not go home?"
"Yes, I think I don't need to come back tonight..."
"Sky, I warned you. I can overlook your past scandals, but as Mr. Li, you must behave yourself. A man who doesn't come home all night will only be seen as promiscuous."
The words "promiscuous" were bitten heavily by Dray.
Sky explained with some grievances, "No, I didn't say I wouldn't come home all night... I just want to take a break during dinner time because I might need to go out to work."
He faced Dray's icy gaze and spoke each word carefully.
"My job requires me to work until after 8pm. If that's the case, I might not be able to make it back in time for dinner..."
"Work?" Dray raised his eyebrows slightly, his dark eyes showing some surprise.
Apparently, he didn't expect that Sky still had to work.
But then, the man's thin lips curved into a cold arc. "Not bad, it's a good reason... I just didn't know that the great Mr. Li also needs to go out to work?"
"A man who can sell his own marriage for money only proves how greedy and lazy he is."
Dary couldn't believe Sky's words about wanting to work.
Sky: "I need to. I've always had a job as a caregiver at the nursing home where Uncle Xander lives. I want to go back..."
"Not possible."
Dray's cold voice interrupted him before he could finish his sentence.
"Sky, don't take me for a fool. If you go to my grandfather's nursing home to work, what will he think?"
"Suspect our marriage? Or make him think that I, Dray, mistreat you? That I don't even give you enough pocket money after marriage, so you need to go out and work to earn money as Mr. Li?"
Dray's cold, dark eyes narrowed, and his gaze on him became deep and icy.
"Sorry, I...I didn't think about it that way..." he paused and spoke truthfully.
"If you didn't, then just put away your unrealistic ideas. You want to work, I don't care. But you can't work as a caregiver."
After speaking, Dray withdrew his gaze from him coldly and unwillingly wasted no time stepping into the elevator.
Just as the elevator door was about to close, a cold and eerie voice came through the crack in the door.
"From now on, every evening at 7:30, I expect to see you punctually at the dining table... Don't forget, Sky, you are the man I bought with my money."