The burgundy light harmonized with the chime of joy on the door, diffusing ripples of seduction, where a woman at her most beguiling entwined with an emotionless man. Although it was a warm encounter on a spring night, the man’s stern demeanor turned it into bone-chilling cold night, gradually creeping out from the room...
The woman’s serpent-like boneless arms rested on the man’s shoulders, her bright red lips slightly parted as she sought a kiss from the man.
The man turned his head. His voice was cold to the extreme, "Cecile, don't forget your mission for today."
Cecile faced this man with undisguised disgust, her heart felt as though it had been thrown into a thorny bush, bleeding profusely. But what could she do? She had already fallen for this man, and it was already out of control; even if he only had cold words for her. She wished to stay by his side.
Cecile let her tears flow and buried her face. When she raised her head again, the coquettish smile that could bewitch any man was back. She couldn't comprehend it. She was here half-naked, yet Sir Jackson had no reaction. "BOSS, don't you want me?" Cecile didn't go on, but she was already clinging to Sir Jackson, trying to kindle his desire.
Sir Jackson looked at the woman in front of him. He gave a scornful laugh, raised his eyes, and stared at the clock on the wall.
"Bang!..."
The bedroom door was abruptly pushed open. Marion stood in the door with an expression of disgust. She’d come to retrieve her contract, but instead she walked into the middle of a live erotic show. Quite a drama indeed.
However, Marion has no interest in watching this farce. She has no voyeuristic tendencies.
"Why don't you take a look at our honeymoon suite for tomorrow and learn a thing or two?" Sir Jackson rose from his womanly comforts, casually wrapped a towel around his slim waist. His perfect figure alluring, drawing people’s gaze with an evil charm that choked their souls, carrying the wild strength of a leopard. The light scar on his left waist added a touch of wildness to him.
"Sir Jackson seems to enjoy exhibitionism. Unfortunately, the spectacle is rather deficient, not enough to pique my interest.” Marion’s half-closed cat-like eyes sparkled sarcastically, as though preparing for bullfighting.
As she turned to leave, she had a moment of daze. This man's figure was indeed... remarkably good looking. But even if he has the most perfect body, he cannot appeal to Marion, this man was a complete beast dressed in gentleman’s clothing, a devil who simply takes advantage of others.
The difference between a beast and a devil, is that while a beast only eats flesh, the devil will suck your blood dry...
Sir Jackson said nothing. He just eyed the agitated Marion with a sidelong glance. Her unadorned hair flying in the wind, the frown on her face, her puffed cheeks, and her small mouth, blooming fresh and tender like petals, even when she was angry, she was so... beautiful!
Sir Jackson’s face turned dark in an instant, his voice became deep, and he strode towards her, his long arm trapping her between the door and his firm chest. His sculpted profile, straight nose and plump lips, the cold aura surrounding his body made her afraid. That will be a lie to say she's not, but she had no way out.
"It seems that you can hardly wait for our wedding night." He reached out, prepared to untie the bath towel around his waist, the conspicuous scar on his left waist swaying back and forth.
A chill hand stopped his slender fingers. She smiled gently, "I think Sir Jackson would do well to save it for Cecile, she's been waiting for you."
She smoothly slid out from under his arm, took a deep, harsh breath, her palms already filled with cold sweat.
The most embarrassed one at the moment was Cecile on the bed. Not knowing whether to get up or just lay there, after hesitation, Cecile decided to just lay there, since the two people before her seemed to have completely ignored her existence. However, Marion was indeed telling the truth. Sir Jackson knew her too well. It was rather ironic to see her husband-to-be lying in their wedding room with someone else one day before their actual wedding.
Looking around the wedding room, Marion laughingly noted its simplicity and black-and-white décor. Apart from a large red character "BRIDAL SUITE" pasted on the door, there was really no sign that it was a wedding room.
In the corner though, some adorable plush toys were placed exceptionally. Oh, who would have thought that Sir Jackson would have such a peculiar taste?
"Please honor your promise and give me the contract." Marion asked Sir Jackson for the contract, she couldn’t bear a moment longer in this repressive place. All she wanted now was to get the contract and leave quickly. If it weren't for this man holding the fate of the Charlie corporation, she wouldn't have risked showing up here.
"You will be my wife only until tomorrow." Sir Jackson lazily cast a glance at Marion. A smile tinged his languid eyes, but when it landed on her, it was so cold that it was frightening.
