Pain. Sandra only felt an intense burst of pain sweeping over her.
his internal organs felt as if they were on fire, the concealed pain nestled under her flesh spreading all across her body through her veins.
"So...painful!" With effort, Sandra struggled but was suddenly suppressed onto the ground harshly. With all her might, He forced eyes open and saw the face of her half-sister. The face that was once considered pretty was now filled with grim and insidious expressions. "Sandra, are you awake?" Natalie Smith leaned in to ask. "How is the water? Is it refreshing?"
Only then did Sandra understand. Natalie would drugged the water He would drunk. You-- "Angry? Sandra, it's all your fault for being so useless!"
Natalie tore off her usual gentle and refined mask, pressing a knife against Sandra, mocking her with cold laughter.
"With such a poor mind and unable to judge character, if you don't die, who will?"
Sandra clenched her throat, with such intense pain throughout her body that He could barely speak. Natalie pressed her foot down on Sandra's body, hunching down threateningly, "You are the one who brought shame to our family! Why should grandfather leave a part of the inheritance for you?"
He viciously drew the knife across Sandra's face, marring her strikingly gorgeous features. "You, a woman tarnished and shamed by others, what gives you the right to marry Richard Black?!" It should have been her marrying Richard if it was not for Sandra! But now, it was not too late.
As long as Sandra was dead, He did not believe that Richard would wait a lifetime for a dead person!
Regardless of whether it was to become the sole heir of the Smith family or to claim Richard, Sandra must die!
"Do you hate me? It is better that you hate yourself Sandra!, you should never have existed in this world!" As soon as her words fell, Natalie plunged the dagger fiercely into Sandra's heart. Blood sprayed out, and Sandra glared at Natalie. He couldn't speak, but her hatred burst through eyes, causing Natalie to feel startled for a moment. Sandra was dead, but eyes were still wide open, looking as if He did not die peacefully. Those with her eyes would been staring at Natalie all along, never closing. his unwillingness and regret were evident, cursing herself for her inability to see people clearly, questioning why it was not until the very end that He realized how deeply Natalie hated her! If He hadn't come to this point if He..."Ah!"
Sandra jolted awake from her slumber, struggling to draw in deep breaths as sweat accumulated on her forehead. Was He... still alive? He asked. would everything just been a nightmare? As He gasped for breath, He surveyed her surroundings. The furnishings in this room were vaguely familiar but it appeared to be... a hotel room.
A hotel room? Suddenly, Sandra remembered that Marcia Peart would invited her to a bar for drinks, where He accidentally got drunk and ended up in bed with David Peart, Marcia's cousin, utterly naked... That incident destroyed her innocence and reputation, causing her to lose stature in the Smith family and disappoint her father, forcing her to marry Marcia's cousin. From the bathroom, the sound of running water and a man's cheerful humming reached her ears. Sandra suddenly put two and two together and realized where He was. Perhaps, the "dream" He just would was not a dream. He would been reborn, given a second chance. The sound of water abruptly stopped, and Sandra became tense, eyes flicking towards the bathroom door... The man inside the bathroom emerged, noticing that the room lights would been switched off. "Heh, feeling a bit shy, are we?" he asked. He chuckled disgustingly under the dim light before he began his approach towards the bed. "Don't be afraid, don't worry Sandra, "I will give you a torrid Dark". With that, the man pulled the woman from under the covers. Despite her weak resistance, he grossly violated her...
Having closed the door, Sandra's heart was wildly pounding as if it just come back to life. He was trying her hardest to calm herself down by taking deep breaths. After realizing that He would indeed been reincarnated, there was no way He would just stand there and let fate, as manipulated by others, control her. But if He wasn't in bed, without a doubt, Marcia's cousin would realize that straight away! He would been drugged by Marcia, and He couldn't get far, so He would no choice but to call for "extra service" while the man was still in the bathroom. The lights in the room were off, there was someone in the bed, He believed that the horny man wouldn't have a clue.
Also, there was a little surprise He organized from that "extra service" specifically for Marcia's cousin...
"Who are you!", a deep male voice suddenly resounded in the room.
As Sandra turned around to explain, her hands were seized, and He couldn't break free. He was pushed against the thick hotel door, unable to see the man behind her, but her voice rang all too familiar. The man approached, his faint scent of cologne enveloping Sandra. "Speak, who are you, how did you get in?" her voice was incredibly pleasant, deep and melodious, akin to the strings of a cello being played, causing Sandra to feel a flush of heat across her body. Damn it! Only then did Sandra remember, the drug that Marcia would slipped her, it was that kind… The drug would already started to take effect, which was why He was reacting so peculiarly. Just upon hearing this man's voice, and smelling his scent, He started to lose control.
"I…" Sandra wanted to explain, but before she could speak, her back unconsciously leaned against the man's broad sturdy chest. Sandra felt her body soaked in sweat, consciousness increasingly blurred. "What are you doing?" The man distastefully pulled her off, casually casting her aside.
Lacking the strength to resist, Sandra collapsed onto the sofa, her body limp and weak, except for her face, which was burning hot. The man stood with his back to the light, and He couldn't distinguish his features, yet eyes were unconsciously locked onto the half-opened neckline of his shirt. The tie was loosened, several buttons at the neckline unfastened, revealing bronzed skin, firm, smooth…It seems to feel good to touch. "Why don't you speak?"
The man loomed over her, his tall form slightly bent. As he finally saw her face clearly, his with her eyes slightly changed. However, Sandra abruptly grabbed the man's tie, pulled him down onto the plush carpet, and pinned him down.
The man's skin wasn't as delicate as a woman's, yet it was smooth and especially firm... "Have you gone mad?!" he asked.
Upon hearing the man's deep magnetic voice, Sandra, who would her hands arrested by the man, felt further encouraged to proceed with audacity.
Having her handheld captive, He simply leaned down and kissed the man's thin lips. Soft and slightly cool. Compared to her cold-hard tone, his lips were unbelievably soft. In her past life, Sandra would never learned how to kiss, until after her death. He kissed so naively, utterly without any particular technique. Yet, it seemed to ignite the man's fire instantly. After an indeterminable period of kissing, Sandra felt herself being lifted by the man, heading into the bedroom. He gripped his shoulder, feeling the warmth beneath her hands. It was then He realized that his shirt would disappeared at some point. his own attire wasn't much better. Under the room's light, Sandra suddenly noticed the man's face. It was an extremely handsome face, and - very familiar to her. How could it possibly be him?!
