How terrifying could he be, that this woman always vanished without a trace after their passionate encounters? But, Vice President, didn't you want her to be quiet, not to make a fuss, not to fight back? Why are you blaming her now?
Or perhaps you always thought she should be the passive one, neglected and overlooked by you, yet you didn't realize you had become the passive one yourself. The one who usually controlled everything, now faced with such a huge contrast, felt somewhat unsettled and thus was angry?
"Sir, I'll go prepare breakfast for you!"
Seeing his obvious anger, the butler wisely decided to retreat to avoid becoming collateral damage. Ah, this morning, seeing that girl's skin covered in bruises, he knew last night's battle had been intense. He had already instructed the kitchen to prepare some nourishing soup for the young master.
After the butler left, Albert Wilson irritably ran a hand through his hair and rushed into the bathroom.
