Amber had a nightmare that a man had been forcing her against her bed!

The muscular body of that man imprisoned her body, making her unable to resist her movements and even her waist was pinched by a pair of hot hands, forced to comply with her strong demands.

"Hurts!" Amber cried out in discomfort, her waist about to be pinched again by those hands "Go away... Don't touch me! It hurts"

Amber's struggling hands cupped the man's sweaty cheeks, but the next second, her hands were empty.

The person in front of her suddenly disappeared, leaving only the pain of her body tormenting her.

Amber woke up violently, and when she opened her eyes, she saw a crystal chandelier hanging from the ceiling, surrounded by everything she knew.

It was a dream?

She stood up and gasped for breath, only to feel a searing, tearing pain. As soon as she lifted the covers, Amber immediately freaked out, her pale chest covered with several vague marks from that struggle.

What's going on here?

She slept so well, that she didn't realize that an intruder had broken into her own house?

"Aunt Chelsea!" Amber dressed quickly and ran downstairs, just in time to meet her housekeeper, Aunt Chelsea, who was cleaning the living room.

She turned off the vacuum cleaner she was holding in her hand and looked at her in surprise, "I'm here ma'am, what's wrong?"

"Did you see a stranger upstairs this morning? He was in my room; it was like someone walked into my room as if he owned it!" Amber's face turned miserable, and she couldn't help but tremble at the thought of what happened in her dream, or rather her nightmare.

"Did a stranger come in?"

Aunt Chelsea hurriedly put the thing in her hand and quickly walked over to her, "Ma'am, can't you see wrong? I got up early in the morning to make breakfast and didn't see anything wrong or strange in the house!" "

"No, I did not do it!" Amber was on the verge of tears, "Aunt Chelsea, do you want to come upstairs with me? There is someone! That man...

But before she could finish her sentence she was interrupted by a vaguely familiar voice.

"Aunt Chelsea, throat lozenges are almost gone, find time to buy some." Suddenly there was the sound of the door closing on the other side of the room.

Amber was stunned, recognizing that voice almost instantly.

She turned her head in shock and was surprised to see a man in a white shirt coming from the side of the hall, still holding a bottle of red wine in his hand. Coincidentally the collar of his shirt was open and she faintly caught a glimpse of his lovely collarbone.

As if she hadn't heard what he said to Aunt Chelsea, Darwin Ackers walked over, took a glass of wine, and poured himself some red wine.

"When did you come back? You, how come you're here?!" Amber's eyes widened, she never thought she would see him right now!

In the last three years, they had only seen each other twice. The first time was at her wedding, and the second time was now.

Amber took a breath of fresh air and suddenly remembered that this villa originally belonged to Darwin Ackers, her husband. It's just that in these three years, he didn't come back at all, and she slowly forgot about his presence.

"Oops! My memory is failing." Aunt Chelsea banged her head against the door and awkwardly explained, "Ma'am, I forgot to mention it. Mister came back last night and I was thinking of telling you so you wouldn't be taken by surprise."

"Did you come back last night?" Amber was stunned and suddenly realized something: If her husband came back last night, that was the man she was supposed to have dreamed of.

Oh, God! The person from last night's dream was Darwin!

She was in a daze, thinking it was a dream, so she didn't have enough strength to resist, and the reality was that she was going to have such a relationship with him?!

"Ma'am, you told me there was a stranger in the house... You wouldn't be talking about the man, right?" Aunt Chelsea asked remembering her request before being interrupted by Darwin's presence in the room.

"Aunt Chelsea, I just woke up right now, I'm not sure what happened." Amber turned around awkwardly, not daring to look at the man's face.

Aunt Chelsea said these words in front of him, did she think she was too paranoid to live alone in this mansion?

Amber was thinking about how to vaguely put this matter in the past until she heard quiet footsteps behind her.

The man's deep voice rose, with the hoarseness of first awakening, "Aunt Chelsea, go out and buy the throat lozenges first."

"It's alright sir."

Aunt Chelsea still didn't know her mistress's situation, but trusting her husband to take care of the matter, she took off her apron and walked out of her.

Soon it was just the two of them left in the spacious hall.

Darwin glanced at the little woman in front of her, saw her eyes flicker with a look of wanting to scamper away, and suddenly winced.

He was able to hear the entire conversation both women had just had before he made his presence known in the room.

This woman, it seemed, had forgotten about his existence.