"Clatter!"

A subtle sound rang out abruptly inside the room, accompanied by the garments scattered to the ground.

In the hazy light, the woman's luscious and seductive figure was even more alluring and wonderful.

The man sitting on the sofa opposite her. His eyes deepened on his formerly cold and resolute face, and his stern eyebrows rumbled with somewhat annoyance at this time.

With the last piece of clothing on her body removed, the woman's initially ashen face surfaced because of apprehension and nervousness with a faint blush.

Her chest was heaving violently, and her full bosom was quaking gently along with her breathing.

The man's gaze was drawn to her body for a brief while before shifting elsewhere, "Put your clothes on."

His voice was frigid and devoid of feeling. Except the man's slightly rapid breathing, which seemed to reveal something.

The woman clenched her fists uneasily. Her legs shuddered as she took a step forward and asked, "Why..."

She had been wanting to ask this question for four years.

it was a god damn four years...

There was nothing unfamiliar to her about this man in front of her.

They had lived together under the same roof for four years.

He had never touched her since the day they were married.

Even in regular times, he would always satisfy all of her needs.

She had been married for four years, and nobody would have believed that she was still a virgin.

Lindsey Zeno couldn't understand how she had let Eduardo Martin down or offended him. She wondered why did he intend to torture her in this way.

His steely eyes locked on Lindsey, and his lips were passively cleft together without uttering a thing. After a while, he remarked calmly, "Put on your clothes, and don't do such a thing again next time."

After speaking, the man who had been seated on the couch abruptly straightened his back. He didn't even give a d*mn at Lindsey as he moved past her toward the exit. 

This was the most blatant disregard.

Lindsey felt a chill run down her spine. She wasn't sure if it was because of the humiliation or disappointment that stirred in her heart. Suddenly, it appeared as though she had lost her soul and she felt so lost. 

"Eduardo! Do you have no conscience? Tell me, how did I do you wrong? And why are you doing this to me? It's been four years since we were married, but it seems as though it was all for nothing. You never ate with me, hung out with me, or even looked at me! I'm watching over this vacant house like it's a graveyard. Why aren't you willing to divorce me and let me go if you don't love me?"

The moment Eduardo was about to brush past her, Lindsey finally couldn't resist reaching out and grabbing his strong arm.

His hand was large and warm, but the sensation was strange as it was so stiff. When Lindsey's icy fingertips made contact with him, he instantly shook them off without any mercy or hesitation. Then, his threatening and furious glare fell on her.

Lindsey stumbled to the ground pathetically, trying her best hard refusing to let her tears fall. She raised her pale face and bit her lips while looking at him, in anticipation of his response.

Meanwhile, Eduardo couldn't help but feel annoyed when he looked into her sharp and determined eyes.