"When are we getting divorced?" "Alliance cannot be terminated easily. You are too willful." After three years of marriage, Sophia Taylor could count on her fingers the number of times she had seen her husband. She had really had enough! That night, she encountered a mysterious masked and handsome man in a luxury club. "You made me feel good last night. Here's your tip!" Sophia took the man's belt and stuffed the check into his underwear. Anyway, the man was much better than her damn husband, Benjamin Taylor! To hell with the marriage! Sophia threw the divorce agreement at Benjamin, but he just smiled and embraced her, "Honey, haven't I made you feel good all these days?"
Sophia Taylor lay gasping on the pillow, her fair back covered in hickeys and her hair disheveled.
Click.
The sound of a zipper being pulled and a belt being buckled could be heard.
Sophia raised herself on her elbow and beckoned the man, her face adorned with a white lace mask.
"Come here."
She fumbled for her wedding ring on the bedside table, put it back on her ring finger, and picked up her checkbook.
The man put on his shirt and hurried to the bed.
Sophia tore a check out, looking up proudly at the familiar yet strange man before her.
The man wore a black mask, which covered the lower half of his face, revealing his sharp jawline and thin and luscious lips.
He looked quite like her damn husband.
Sophia's gaze slid downwards - smooth chest muscles, a defined six-pack, and a faintly visible Adonis belt...
Sophia reached out, intending to touch the man's enticing abs, but the man stepped back, avoiding her hand.
He resisted her touch? After all they had done, what was there to be shy about?
She recalled the way he had pinned her down on the bed and ravaged her last night.
His movements were skilled, arousing, and varied.
Indeed, making love was satisfying.
"Don't you speak?" Sophia asked.
The man looked down at her fair skin. She was half-naked under a burgundy thin blanket, her chest half-exposed.
His dark eyes held a cold and desirous depth as he nodded slightly.
So, he was mute...
No wonder she hadn't heard him make any sounds other than gasps last night.
It was disappointing, but on second thought, she felt a man good in bed and unable to speak was even better.
He wouldn't cause trouble for her.
Sophia took the man's belt and stuffed the check into his underwear.
"You made me feel good last night. Here's your tip."
The man gasped as he grabbed her hand.
This crazy woman was still not satisfied after last night...
He stared at Sophia.
Her lips, fiery red, slightly parted to reveal her pearly white teeth. She gave a satisfying smile like a soul-enchanting demoness.
"I look forward to your next performance."
Oakleaf Estates.
"Madam, dinner is ready."
Sophia was getting ready to dine when the door opened.
"Sir, you're back."
"Hm."
Benjamin Taylor took off his well-tailored suit, its white shirt meticulously buttoned to the top.
He strode into the dining room and took a seat opposite Sophia.
Sophia observed her husband, whom she hadn't seen in a week.
Benjamin was a self-made wealthy man in Pinecrest, who, in just five years, rose from an ordinary office worker to a top figure in the internet finance world, thanks to his extraordinary intelligence, long-term vision, and ruthless methods.
Three years ago, he married her, aiming to take his business to the next level.
Right, a loveless political marriage.
Benjamin lifted his eyelids to meet the gaze of the woman sizing him up across the table, his eyes sharp.
Sophia met his gaze unflinchingly.
It wasn't a dining table but a battlefield, where they fought with their eyes.
Sophia had to admit that Benjamin was indeed good-looking.
Sharp jawline, exquisite eyes, aloof demeanor, and a prideful arrogance akin to a king from medieval times.
Everything about this man was perfect, except he was a heartless scoundrel.
Sophia pursed her lips. Thinking of her escapade last night, she felt a vindictive pleasure.
However, why had he suddenly returned home tonight?
In their three years of marriage, the times Benjamin had alone with her were few and far between, with virtually no instances of them dining together.
Could he know about her infidelity last night, hence his return to confront her?
The Marine Paradise Club was the most luxurious and high-end club in Pinecrest with top-notch confidentiality. What happened there wouldn't leak in any case. How could Benjamin possibly know?
Sophia stopped guessing and went straight to the point, "Why did you come back tonight?"
"Don't you want me to have dinner with you?"
Benjamin loosened the top button of his collar and asked indifferently, his presence dominating.
Sophia frowned.
What did he mean?
They never got along, and he never came back for dinner. Why would she want to have dinner with him?
Not wanting to argue, Sophia gave a docile smile, "Of course I do. It's boring to eat alone."
Benjamin scoffed, "I thought you had a good time."
Sophia became alert at Benjamin's words.
"What do you mean by that?"
Benjamin picked up the glass from the table and gently swirled the wine with a meaningful smile on his thin lips as if toying with a bird trapped in a cage.
"Did you have fun with that man last night?"
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