Ewan radiated uncontrollable desire, like a beast locked in a cage for years. His dangerous aura surrounded her. If she wasn’t careful, she would be swallowed whole.
Burning, hot passion was slowly spreading around the room. Rachel was slightly out of breath, and she said, slowly, “Ewan, can you please let me go? No… Please, don’t… I’m Rachel, Rachel White… You…”
Ewan gritted his teeth. His brows tightened even more as he was trying his best to hold himself back, to control himself, using all his might to keep himself away from her.
On the other hand, his body may crave her, but it was less than a millionth of the desires in his heart. And it was most difficult to control his heart’s desire and possession.
His lips softly landed on her neck. His gentle touch had Rachel shivering. She was so afraid that she didn’t know what to do, “No…”
Ewan’s voice was hoarse with desire, he grunted, “Rachel, we’re married, what we’re doing is normal.”
Her heart shook, and her body gave out an honest reaction. The man’s desire was burning, how could she not be excited, even though she was extremely afraid and nervous?
She slowly shut her eyes, instantly leaving her morals behind. Her stiff body became limp and she was slowly letting her guard down.
She gave the green light silently.
Ewan’s large hands slowly slid under her clothes and he nervously caressed her body.
She bit her lower lip to endure this strange yet shaking feeling. The words of the man floating in her ears, “This isn’t your first ride either, no need to be so nervous.”
In that moment, Rachel’s senses flew back to her. She opened her eyes, and tears watered her eyes. She stared at the ceiling, his words was like a knife straight through her heart.
This wasn’t her first time?
Was this who she was in his mind? A dirty whore?
She started loving him from the time she could remember things, and her dream was to marry him.
She kept herself, for him.
She wouldn’t even glance at other men, because of him.
At the ripe age of 25, she never knew what kissing felt like, what being in a relationship felt like, because of him.
But, in his eyes, she was such a dirty whore?
Just that slight reaction of his, had her pushing hard at his chest, fighting back with all her might, shouting angrily, “Don’t touch me, let go of me…”
Ewan froze for a bit and stopped.
“Let go of me…” Rachel struggled with all that she had, her voice cracked. She was at the edge of crying, her emotions all over the place.
Ewan took her struggling wrists into his hand and pressed them onto the bed. He held up his upper body, and frowned, looking at Rachel.
Rachel turned her face away from Ewan, but the tears on the corners of her eyes revealed the pain in her heart. Her face was a shade of light red, but it had a sense of rejection.
Ewan softly asked, “Why are you crying?”
Rachel bit her lower lip, even wishing that it would bleed, while holding back her tears, holding back her pain, and remaining silent.
Her crystal-like tears were like a bucket of cold water, piercing Ewan’s heart like a cold knife. He slowly shut his eyes, and took in a deep breath. He painfully strengthened his tone, “Answer me. Why are you crying?”
“Don’t touch me.”
Rachel’s cold reply, crushed Ewan’s heart without a shred of mercy.
He bitterly laughed coldly, and said mockingly, “If you don’t want me to touch you, next time stay further away from me.”
Saying this, he flipped the sheets open and left.
Rachel’s body was relieved, but her heart was throbbing. She slowly turned away, her back against Ewan. She curled up her legs, her body curled like a baby as she hugged her own cold body. Her heart was bleeding and her tears came silently, staining the bed droplet by droplet.
Hearing the man walk into the bathroom, and the sound of the water running, only did she pulled the sheets over her head.
For a moment, the woman in the sheets was shivering. There was a soft crying noise, it was the kind where the person was holding him or herself back.
The morning in the day of an early winter was still chilly, but a cold shower could not put out the burning fire in Ewan.
15 minutes later.
Ewan only had on a towel when he walked out of the bathroom. Seeing Rachel curled up in the sheets, he wasn’t sure whether she was asleep.
Standing at the bathroom door staring at her for a few minutes, his heart sank uncontrollably. Only did he put on his clothes after quite some time.
The two did not speak and so he left the room.
Bently, who was waiting in the hallway, saw Ewan walk out and bowed courteously, “Master Ewan, do you need something to sober up?”
“It’s fine.” Ewan walked in steady steps with Bently following closely behind him.
From Ewan’s expression, Bently could tell he was not in a good mood. His expression dark and his gaze cold.
Bently carefully said, “Master Ewan, the President called. He needs you go run to his place for a bit.”
Ewan froze in his steps.
He took out his cell from his coat pocket and lowered his head to look at the screen.
3 missed calls.
Apparently he put his phone on silent.
Putting his cell back into his pocket, Ewan immediately quickened his footsteps, with Bently following quickly behind.
In the Imperial House
The mansion was heavily guarded and imposing, with the flag of C Country flying in the sky.
It was a sunny day, and the flowers in the royal garden were blooming. It was a sight to behold.
Ewan’s military vehicle went through the mansion gates with no obstruction. He got out of the car and went directly into the Imperial House with Bently waiting outside the door. The guards were familiar with Ewan as well, and they greeted him politely.
When the butler opened the door, Ewan did not even have half his foot into the mansion yet, and Keith Travis’s anxious voice had already spread around the room, “My General, you’ve finally come…”
Listening to his voice, Ewan could already tell how stressed he was.
Ewan casually walked into the house, and the man greeting him was charismatic and had a charming look that was more beautiful than a woman and more handsome than a man.
Although they were similar in age, this man was already the master of his own country.
“What’s so important that you were looking for me so anxiously?”
Keith Travis stood near him and had one arm around his shoulder. “Have you had breakfast?”
“No.” Ewan coldly shrugged off his arm, and walked over to the sofa in the living room.
Keith walked beside him and asked devilishly, “Have you slept with your wife yet?”
“No.” Ewan had no qualms with replying only with one word.
Keith laughed. And he laughed like the devil.
Ewan sat on the couch and there was somebody to serve tea immediately.
“You were so anxious, looking for me, just for these two questions?” Ewan accepted the tea and casually said.
Keith sat across Ewan with his arms open on the sofa. Sitting there lazily, compared to Ewan’s upright and strict posture, he was obviously the more lazy and casual one of the two.
In terms of the appearance or the personality of these two men, they were extremely different. Yet, their friendship was about life and death, it was deeper than the ocean and thicker than blood.
Keith laughed, “Do you think I, the President, have nothing to do?”
“Then let’s talk business.” Ewan sipped on his tea. He was as cold as an overcast on winter’s day and is in no mood for laugh.
Keith laughed faintly, and whispered, “But compared to business, I’m more curious about your marriage. I heard that your bride is the cute little missy that you’ve always talked about, Rachel White.”
Ewan felt tired even when he was breathing, and asked bluntly, “You sure you don’t wanna talk business?”