Chapter 10
Santawill City, six months later.
Willow stood in the airport’s receiving lobby wearing a light beige trench coat, her fingertips brushing against her lambskin handbag.
Her eyes fell on the arrival display, but her heart had long since stopped beating calmly.
She’s been married for six months now, and there’s been no wedding, no vows, and she hasn’t even met the groom.
The only participant was the name on the legal documents–Damien Crawford.
Growing up in a foster home, her parents died young and she thought that no one in the world would be responsible for her until her foster parents told her that she had a childhood engagement to a powerful man who had been
killed in a car accident and was now an disabled.
Fearful of her fate, she left home and fled to New York.
Now she is back, married to that man–a nominal husband, but never really met.
It was rumored that he had been overseas for treatment all these years and never reached out to her.
Today was the day he said he would return home.
But after the plane was delayed, the airport suddenly descended into chaos – there was a cacophony of people running and security rushing over to keep order.
“Please evacuate towards the exits!” The radio blared.
Willow was pushed and shoved by the crowd against the baggage railing, and the whole thing nearly fell over.
Just as she couldn’t catch her breath, a large hand snapped around her wrist with surprisingly strong force.
“Don’t move.” The man’s voice rang low in her ear, husky and urgent, with a hint of barely suppressed agitation.
Before she could see the other man’s face, she was forced behind a half–hidden security door.
“Hey!” As soon as she opened her mouth, the door was unlocked behind her with a click, and the entire space v instantly plunged into darkness.
This was a VIP lounge. The curtains were drawn, and the light was dim, with only a few emergency lights transmitting a faint red glow from the edge of the ceiling.
She turned back to him, and the man stood in the doorway, breathing heavily, a fine sweat breaking out on his
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forehead.
He was tall, his shirt collar open, the veins on his neck throbbing faintly from extreme repression.
It wasn’t ordinary tension–it was desire so strong that it was almost ready to explode.
His eyes had become dangerous, like a wild animal’s in deadly repression of instinct.
Willow took a step back, only to have him quickly grab her wrist.
fix the “I’m sorry.” He spoke hoarsely, his voice containing pain, “I didn’t mean to hurt you…… I just…… have to…… drugs on me now.”
“What do you mean?” Her heart was already beating uncharacteristically fast.
“I’ve been set up ……” he braced himself hard against the wall, his forehead against her shoulder, his voice muffled as if it were tearing, “This drug is …… not something I can control.”
Willow tried to push him away, but his body rolled amazingly hot, like a burning iron.
She had never experienced anything like it.
She tried to break free, but when her fingertips touched his body, he shuddered as if he’d been electrocuted, then instantly lost control and snapped her waist.
His kiss fell, no warning, no tenderness, just deeply buried desire, released from its cage like a beast.
Willow’s eyes widened in shock, and the next second she was pinned against him on the couch.
Buttons flew off as he tore open his shirt, hitting the floor with a crunch.
Clothes slid off in a low gasp and struggle, fingertips gripping the edge of the couch.
The entire room was filled with blazing gasps, the low sound of skin hitting skin, and the murmur he repeated in a low voice over and over again:
“Believe me…… I will be responsible for you, and will make you the happiest, most honorable woman in this world.”
The man’s low, husky, firm vow pressed against her ear, searing her.
Willow desperately shook her head with fear and struggle in her eyes, “Don’t …… don’t …… ah-”
In the next second, the man violently exerted force, she cried out in pain, her body violently trembled, her consciousness instantly collapsed in the tearing pain, and she completely lost consciousness.
When she woke up again, the room was empty.
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There was no one on her side, the only thing that remained in the air was the lot and audious bath z wo the suffocating smell of cologne and sweat.
Clothes scattered on the ground, crumpled tissue balls, messy like a dream out of control, but too real to me
Willow bit her lip and clenched her fingers on the arm of the couch, her eyes darkening for out as tears
blurred her vision.
She was a married woman, she had come to the airport today to pick up her husband, and now she had lost her innocence before she even received him!
How could she explain to her husband who came back today?
Just then, the cell phone rang.
It was a missive from the maid at home;
“Mr. Damien just arrived home and said he’s waiting for you to go back to meet him.”
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