Chapter 2

At that moment, my hand wandering across his back touched a scar. Not long, maybe 6 or 7 centimeters.

Suddenly, a thought flashed through my foggy mind. Dylan didn't have any scars on his body...

I tried to reach up and remove the blindfold to look at Dylan.

The next second, my hands were pinned above my head.

After a shudder, the person on top of me got up and left.

I recovered for a moment, then reached up to remove the blindfold. The first thing I saw was Dylan's somewhat pale face.

Seeing me move, Dylan looked like he'd discovered something terrible. His voice even trembled slightly. "You're awake already?"

I was afraid he'd think I was disappointed in his performance tonight, so I said, "I'm so tired. So sleepy. I want to sleep again."

I reached out to hug him, acting cute.

Dylan brought over a washcloth. "Be good, let me clean you up."

I kissed him. "Okay!"

Then Dylan brought over the health drink. "Be good, drink this. Replenish your energy."

I was a bit hungry, and since I'd been drinking it every night, I didn't think anything was wrong. "Okay, thanks honey."

After speaking, I drifted off to sleep in a daze.

After it was over, Dylan went to the hallway to make a phone call.

"Ten times total. That's enough! I hope you'll keep your word. Next week, I want to hear about my promotion to Regional Director."

Dylan's face was furious, his eyes bloodshot, his fingers digging into the wall so hard his fingertips turned white.

The person on the other end laughed. "Dylan, oh Dylan. You're so blessed, married to such a beautiful and soft wife. What can I do? I can't get enough of her now."

Dylan's eyes flew open wide, his voice full of disbelief. "What do you mean?!"

"I mean, I want one more time. One last time. I'll guarantee your promotion to Regional Director."

As if shocked by the other person's shamelessness, Dylan's face twisted, his eyes blood-red.

"Absolutely not! Xavier, you've already slept with my wife ten times. I want to kill you!"

Xavier seemed unconcerned by Dylan's fury. His tone was full of manipulation. "One last time, and I'll make you Head of Department at headquarters. How about that?"

Dylan's anger seemed to vanish instantly, replaced by disbelief as if struck by a pleasant surprise. "Really? Head of Department at headquarters is way higher than Regional Director!"

"Of course."

Without hesitation, Dylan said, "Fine! Tomorrow night!"

He hung up, the hatred in his eyes instantly replaced by joy, not a trace of guilt visible.

Naturally, he didn't notice me behind the corner wall, thunderstruck, my expression shattered, desperately covering my mouth...