Theodore bet Willow had forgotten all about that meeting in their youth.Willow bit her lip. She couldn't see Theodore's face clearly. She asked awkwardly, "Could you help me find my glasses?"Silence was all that answered her. Theodore didn't say anything.Willow stood before him, her face red with embarrassment. Her bright eyes had a languid seductiveness. It was too bad they were unfocused, and she wasn't looking at him.Back then, he'd been forced to leave the country. By the time he returned, she'd already married someone else.Theodore gave an unfathomable chuckle before finding the glasses and handing them to Willow."Thanks." She reached out to accept them. She instinctively retracted her hand as her fingers brushed against his rough ones. "Sorry."She put the glasses on. Her vision was finally clear again.Theodore's eyes darkened a little. He looked away and turned to enter the banquet hall.Willow stood there for a few seconds longer before following him in.…"Yo
Sonia looked at her pitifully, but Willow saw the provocation in her gaze. In that instant, she understood something—Sonia was the one who'd sent that photo to her!She'd even revealed her rose tattoo on purpose to lay the truth bare.What about Quentin, then?Willow felt like her heart had been stabbed by millions of shards of glass. She looked at Quentin. Was it his intention to let her know, too?Was he forcing her to ask for a divorce?Quentin still looked like his usual tender self. "Willow, I'll help Sonia to the car so she can get changed. You should stay here and help me entertain the guests."Willow suppressed her bitterness and forced out a smile. "Alright."Still, her heart was heavy. She couldn't help recalling what she'd seen in the photo. Sonia and Quentin couldn't possibly go that far, could they?For some reason, she subconsciously followed Quentin and Sonia."Ms. Jett?"The elevator doors had slid open. Willow didn't notice this until someone called her name.
Quentin … Quentin …Willow stood up. Her glasses were long gone, revealing the bright, seductive eyes that were always concealed behind them.She took off her frumpy jacket and untucked her blouse. Then, she let down her hair, allowing it to cascade over her shoulders. After that, she retrieved a lipstick from her bag and removed her heels.In the restroom, Willow turned on the tap and let it run as she returned to her senses. She looked at herself in the mirror.Her reflection showed a woman with a gorgeous face and delicate features. Her face was bare, and her red lips were the only spot of color. Yet, her beauty was enough to take one's breath away.Back in college, she'd been the prettiest woman on campus. Countless men had had crushes on her and wanted to win her heart.She'd only put on those glasses, tied her hair up, and dressed frumpily because of what Quentin had told her after they'd married. He'd told her that she belonged to him and that he didn't want so many people
Willow's kiss was awkward and unskilled.Theodore stared at her. Their bodies were plastered together. He could clearly see her thick lashes and trembling eyelids. She was nervous and scared.Something seemed to tickle his heart. His expression shifted as he moved his hand to her waist, deepening the kiss.…Willow was hot. She felt like she was on a boat, rising and falling with the waves. Her fingers dug into the leather upholstery of the back seat of a car as she tilted her head up to accept Theodore's kisses.Things were getting steamy inside the car as they made amorous noises with their kissing.Her eyes were tightly shut. In her heart was a mixture of pain and exaltation."What are you thinking about?"Theodore gripped her jaw and tilted her head up, leaning close to her.Willow bit her lip without saying anything."Open your eyes." He moved his hand upward from her waist, his warm breath fanning over her ear.Seemingly unable to handle the torment, Willow opened
Theodore looked deadly serious. It didn't feel like he was joking.Willow was stunned. Her ears turned red as awkwardness and embarrassment washed over her.Indeed, she was the one who'd seduced him last night, but she thought sleeping around was a regular thing for someone like Theodore. Yet now, he was telling her last night had been his first time.Theodore looked at Willow, whose head was bowed as her mind wandered. She had his shirt on, revealing a little of her collarbone. The hickeys on it were plain to see.The memories of last night flooded his mind, and his eyes darkened. He looked away from her."I'll give you a week." Theodore stood up. His voice was calm but firm. "I want to see your divorce agreement in a week."…Willow got into the back seat of the car as the driver drove her.Her head was still hurting from her hangover. She massaged her temples, thinking about Theodore demanding her to get a divorce. She felt like she was dreaming.How ridiculous was this? So
Willow had suffered in silence in a family like this for years, and all for the sake of a scumbag.Her heart sank. She shut her eyes and dried her tears. When she opened them again, a trace of determination flashed in them."Willow? Willow, why have you locked the door?"Quentin had followed her upstairs. He'd already been worried about losing control and having car sex with Sonia after she'd seduced him. The fact that Willow had stayed out all night only worried him more.Had she really noticed something?"Willow, open the—"The door was unlocked. Quentin was taken aback for a second before he pushed the door open. "Willow, are you okay? What are you—"Willow stood before him, looking like a completely different person. She had a full face of makeup on, and she looked gorgeous. Her black-framed glasses were nowhere to be seen, and her hair cascaded over her shoulders in gentle waves.She wore a sexy red dress. That, coupled with her beautiful face, made her seem unbelievably a
"What's wrong?" Willow held a folder as she stood there in her red dress and heels. The lights accentuated her features and made her look more breathtaking than ever."It … It's nothing." Sonia's expression changed slightly, but she quickly regained her composure and stepped forward to link arms with Willow. "I'm just not used to your sudden change.""Get used to it, then." Willow shook her off, looking distant. She moved to sit behind her desk.Sonia acted like she usually would and sat down opposite Willow without waiting for an invitation. She said coquettishly, "I still think your old look suits you best. You looked like such an intelligent woman!"Willow's head was bowed as she focused on a contract. She didn't even look up as she smiled mockingly. "You can go for that look, then."Sonia's face clouded over."Oh, right. I wanted to tell you about a change in your job." Willow pushed a document over to her.Sonia's expression shifted. A change in her job? Was Willow transfer
In the past, Quentin hadn't been interested in Willow at all. After all, it was hard for an old, boring woman to arouse anyone.But today, she'd surprised him in many ways. And it was because of those surprises that he realized she was a diamond in the rough.He reached out, unable to control himself. But in the next second, Willow avoided him. It only strengthened his desire to dominate her."Willow, you can drop the act now." Quentin loosened his tie. "You've always wanted me, haven't you? The employees are getting off work now. No one will disturb us."Willow imagined him and Sonia fucking in his office. A wave of disgust washed over her.She was about to push Quentin away when someone knocked on her door. "Ms. Jett, Mr. Bassett of Bassett Corporation is here."Theodore? Why had he dropped by so suddenly?Willow sounded a little flustered as she said, "Tell him that I've already gotten off work. I'll see him some other—""Why aren't you meeting with him?" Quentin's gaze was