Chapter 2

Jax had been back from his trip for half a month, but tonight, he seemed like a different person entirely.

The motion-sensor light in the hall was out, leaving everything in darkness.

I’d just fumbled for my keys when a scorching hand suddenly reached out from behind me and clamped over my mouth.

It wasn't the familiar scent of tobacco. Instead, a faint, milky scent.

Before my body could instinctively go for a grappling move, the person behind me buried his face in the crook of my neck.

He sounded utterly distraught, as if he’d suffered some colossal injustice.

“Chloe… you’re still the best to me…”

I was stunned.

By the moonlight filtering through the window, I finally saw his face clearly.

Chiseled features, incredibly handsome. Yes, it was Jax, my husband of only half a month.

But those eyes… something was off!

Half a month ago, I’d rushed into an arranged marriage with him to escape loan sharks.

Back then, he was all muscle, swearing like a sailor, and had kicked those paint-splashing goons flying, a cigarette still dangling from his lips.

On the day we got our marriage license, he’d snarled a warning at me:

“I’m on the road all year. If you can’t handle the loneliness, get out now.”

Our wedding night was even worse, like a wild bull, all force and no tenderness.

But the man in front of me now…

So gentle. This wasn't him at all...

“Jax…?”

I called out, unsure.

He pulled me closer, his hot breath ghosting against my neck.

“Chloe, they tried to steal my cargo, they tried to beat me… only you’re good to me…”

Goosebumps erupted all over me.

Had this guy gone crazy on the road? Or had those truck hijackers beaten him senseless?

Where was the tough guy who’d throw punches at the slightest provocation?

“You… let go first. You’re choking me.”

I tried to push him away, but this seemingly gentle guy had surprising strength.

He didn't budge an inch.

Not only did he not let go, but he became bolder, one hand starting to sneak under my shirt.

“Chloe, I want to take a shower. I feel dirty.”

His tone was polite.

But his actions were pure pervert!

My mind was a complete mess.

Staring at the identical face, and these drastically different eyes.

For the first time, I had a terrifying suspicion:

What kind of man had I actually married?

Before I could even process it, he suddenly scooped me up and strode towards the bathroom.

“Chloe, help me wash…”

“Jax, you maniac! Put me down!”

But his movements only grew more urgent.

That night, I felt like every ounce of my strength was drained.

That intense sensation almost drove me to the brink of madness.