Randall and Rowena went to the same motel they had the last time.The boss remembered them as the ones who had broken his window, but he did not give them a hard time, warmly welcoming them instead.After all, the money that Randall had given him for it had been enough to replace the windows of the whole building. This time, Randall flexed his financial might again. He pulled out a wad of cash from his wallet and put it on the counter. "Boss, we want an entire floor.""Sir, do you want one room or two?""The whole floor!"Hearing what Randall said, Rowena looked at him in amazement. "Why so many rooms?""Have you forgotten how bad the soundproofing is here?" Randall replied.Rowena was speechless.The hotel owner was a veteran of this. He immediately put the money into the counter drawer and said, "Okay, I'll give you a key to a room on the third floor. I'll go knock on every door to clear the floor out right now. I assure you that you'll have an enjoyable night!"Rowena fel
After half a year, Nancy finally returned from America with Celica.Celica held Nancy's hand in one hand and a cat plushie that was almost half her size in another.As soon as they walked out of the VIP channel, Celica's sharp eyes immediately spotted the man who had come to pick them up. She abandoned her plushie as she rushed to him, hands outstretched and waiting to be carried."Uncle Yaacob! Uncle Yaacob!""Celica, don't run so fast!"Nancy could not stop her and could only follow behind, picking up the plushie along with some candy that had dropped from her pocket as she ran.Yaacob hurried forward and immediately scooped Celica up. He smelled the sweet scent of candy."Uncle Yaacob…"Celica hugged Yaacob, nuzzling her head against his. The fine and soft hair that was unique to a child warmed Yaacob's heart.It had been two years, but she had not forgotten him!It seemed like her memory was better than expected. She had probably gotten it from him.Of course, it was als
Nancy had just stopped at Athenapolis to pick up some things she had left with Benson's friends when they had stayed there.She had also wanted to congratulate Rowena and Randall on their marriage and to apologize for not being able to attend their wedding.However, the next day, she could not get up at all.Fearing another intense night like the one before, she decided to book a flight to Rhea City that afternoon.The moment she sat on the plane, Nancy almost collapsed in her seat. Her lower back was aching.When she shut her eyes, her head was inexplicably flooded with certain images.It was like she was under a spell!"Ms., the flight is about to take off. Please switch off your phones," the flight attendant told Nancy.Nancy remembered that she had already turned off her phone.However, she turned around to see Celica looking at her phone unhappily."Sorry."Nancy switched off Celica's phone, but she did not seem happy about it. "Mommy… will Uncle Yaacob call me?""Even
Yaacob stayed in Nancy and Celica's house in Rhea City for a month without leaving.After sending Celica to kindergarten, Yaacob sent Nancy to the company.Nancy always asked him to stop the car two streets away from the company, but that day, Yaacob went a bit further, and she started to get anxious. "Stop the car, quick. Stop going forward. It's the peak hour right now. I can't let anyone see me."Yaacob stopped the car, but he did not unlock the door.He lowered the top of the convertible and asked her, "Is being with me that embarrassing to you?""I'm not with you. This is just a transaction!" Nancy insisted.She could not open the door and noticed that Yaacob had locked it. When she went to unlock it, her hand was pushed down by the man."Don't I make you happy? Is Celica unhappy? Don't you enjoy every night that we're together? You clearly have me in your heart, but why do you keep denying it? Nancy, what happened to your boldness and carefree spirit? Who do you want to im
In room 8808 of the dimly lit Saunders Hotel, Nancy Lawson found it difficult to breathe. Her delicate hand trembled as she reached out, only to pull back from the burning sensation as she touched the arm of the man on top of her. Gathering her courage, she tried again, her nails gently pressing into his firm skin. The room was shrouded in darkness, and she was desperately searching for something to hold on to for comfort. Finally, in a soft, pleading voice, she said, "Spencer... Spencer, can you be a bit gentler?" At the sound of the name, the figure above her froze for a moment. Yaacob Getson, with his mind clouded by some drug, became a bit gentler but continued on, nonetheless. The next day, Nancy sat up in bed, her eyes drawn to the scattered clothes on the floor. A white dress lay in a tangled mess with a man's black clothes, the zipper ruined. It was clear evidence of the previous night's passion. Nearby, the trash bin and a few items lay scattered on the floor. The mess
"What are you talking about? The only people in this room are me and my husband," Nancy said, trying to make sense of the conversation. She felt like they must have gotten the wrong person. However, the two women were undeterred. "You adulterers are caught red-handed. Stop playing dumb! Tell Yaacob to come out and explain himself to Yoana!" They insisted, pushing past Nancy and heading for the bathroom where the sound of water was still audible. Nancy acted quickly, positioning herself in front of the women. "The person you're talking about is not here. My husband is in the shower, and I want you to leave right now! I'll call the police if you don't!" The women laughed mockingly. "You? A call girl calling the police? Yoana, it looks like Yaacob is hiding in there. Why don't we just strip her and take pictures for evidence? Let's see how they can deny their actions then!" With those words, they each grabbed one of Nancy's arms and attempted to remove her clothes. Meanwhile, a
The man had just emerged from the shower. His body was draped with nothing but a towel, water still dripping from his jet-black hair, cropped close and neat. Clearly, he had been disturbed before he had the chance to dry himself. However, his expression revealed no hint of disarray. Even in this circumstance, he exuded an aura of overpowering charisma. He was not Spencer. He was not Nancy's husband. Nor was he the old, ugly wild man the media had speculated. Quite the contrary, he was extraordinarily handsome! He was like a polished model from an advertisement, both his physique and appearance so impeccable that it left people breathless. The water droplets on his body ran down his masculine and striking profile, tracing the firm contours of his chest muscles, outlining his lean waist, highlighting his eight-pack abs, and ultimately vanishing into the mysterious area concealed by the towel... Click, click, click! The reporters, struck with awe and surprise, pressed their shut
Yaacob still had a vivid memory of the previous night's intimacy. It would seem that he had torn a strap of her lingerie. Upon hearing this, Nancy could not help but turn around to correct him, saying, "My size isn't 95! I usually wear a 90." Yaacob glanced at her, not intending to correct his statement, and ended the call. But there was something in his deep, alluring gaze that held great insight. Nancy felt as though she had been seen through. Instead of her words, Yaacob had more trust in the precise measurements of his own hands. Why would a woman want to report a smaller bust size and deliberately wear a size smaller, constraining herself? Was she perhaps fearful that others might discover her excellent figure? The seven-star hotel's service was indeed excellent. In less than ten minutes, they delivered a set of new spring-summer dresses from a famous brand. Of course, that included the lingerie. Nancy saw that all the items, from underwear to coat, were in shades of