Amy blushed all over. She looked at this dominant man with dry lips, watching as he lowered his head, biting her nipple and playfully using his tongue…
Suddenly, his phone rang in the small dining room, playing a distinctive blues melody.
“Your phone.” Amy painted anxiously, pushing against his shoulders with her hands.
“Don’t get distracted.” He raised his hand, landing a slap on her hip, and gasping heavily, he actually lifted her up, pushing her onto the refrigerator.
Amy’s mind buzzed. On the bright refrigerator door, her panicked and embarrassed face was reflected… Even though he was her husband, he was still a stranger! Other people’s flash marrige, how did they manage to keep them going? Should she be grateful to God that she didn’t end up with an old man with a bald head and body odor…
Her mind was filled with chaotic thoughts, desperately trying not to immerse herself too deeply. No, she must not get immersed, Amy…
The phone stopped ringing and started again, repeating this cycle. Meanwhile, he continued with her in the midst of the urgent ringtone. He kept kneading her delicate body, relentlessly attacking her. It was only when she gasped uncontrollably that he pressed her down forcefully, delivering a heavy blow!
As if surrounded by a galaxy, her vision burst into brilliance!
“Lucas… How does it feel like you haven’t touched a woman for over a month?”
She leaned weakly against the dining table, looking at the ceiling with almost no strength. Her bones felt like they were about to break.
“You got it right, sweet Amy. Between cake and cookies, I choose to go a bit hungry for a more delicious cake.”
He chuckled softly, patting her face, retreated from her body, picked up a towel to wrap around himself, and walked out, turning off the annoying ringtone downstairs, then headed upstairs.
Amy stroked her pounding heart and walked slowly to the small dining room. His phone was still on the table, displaying the name “Sherry” on the screen.
Is he still socializing at this late hour?
His footsteps thudded down, “Bring me the phone.”
Amy took the phone over, and he immediately hung up, changed his shoes, and left without giving Amy another glance, just moments after he was passionately engaged with her. How could he suddenly turn so indifferent, as if they were strangers?
The spacious villa suddenly felt empty again. It was now well past midnight, and the night air in the villa area carried a rare scent of grass.
Amy leaned against the doorway, watching the black car drive into the night, her heart still racing uncontrollably. Whenever Lucas faced her, he always had that smiling demeanor, but Amy could feel the complexity and mockery hidden beneath his smile…
Suddenly, a flash of light crossed Amy’s mind. Lucas… had she seen this person somewhere before?
The next day, when Amy received the job offer from the Blue Company, she jumped for joy. It was a reputable interior design company in the city.
Although she was only hired as an ordinary salesperson with a starting salary of only one thousand six hundred, and her performance would be assessed, she was still overjoyed. After all, this was the glimmer of hope she had after being rejected nineteen times!
Finally, she could support herself on her own. Finally, there wouldn’t be anyone thinking she was Stephen’s daughter and therefore couldn’t endure hardship, rejecting her.
Amy, work hard, you’ll surely get better!
She had to be more grounded; in this world, only she could rely on herself!
Fight on, Amy!
She changed into a silk suit and hurried off to the Blue Company.
The large sky-blue signboard stood in the sunlight, and Amy put away her umbrella before briskly walking into the glass door. The receptionist sized her up and down with a friendly smile.
“Are you here for interior decoration? Do you have an appointment?”
“No, I’m here for a job interview. My name is Amy.” Amy smiled and handed her resume, which she had submitted earlier.
The receptionist’s smile faded a bit as she looked Amy up and down again. Amy felt a bit puzzled, so she looked down at herself.
“The first office on the right.” The receptionist pushed the resume back and said politely.
Amy thanked her and turned around, only to hear the receptionists whispering, “I hate women who wear fake brand-name clothes the most.”
“Look at her name, must be someone’s Amy.”
Amy suddenly realized. She was wearing a suit from Channel, how could she go for a sales job?
With a stiff upper lip, she knocked on the door of the office. The man who greeted her looked up, and Amy immediately turned around to leave.
“Amy, wait.” Neil stepped out from behind the desk and quickly grabbed her, pulling her back into the room.