An unendurable smell filled the air soon. My stomach churned as I saw all the disgusting puke on my chest. Feeling sick, I covered my mouth and nose, rushing into the bathroom.

Bang.

I slammed the door, took off my pajamas, and washed my body carefully in the bathtub.

After more than half an hour, I finally realized something embarrassing. This was Terence's bathroom. I didn't have any clothes to change here.

I found myself two bath towels in frustration, wrapping one of them around my body and draping the other over my shoulders. Then I shouted out Terence's name at the door many times, trying to ask him for help. However, there was no response.

I left the bathroom and was surprised to see that Terence had fallen asleep.

With a helpless sigh, I cleaned up the mess on the ground, and then sat down by the bed with a wet towel, wiping this drunk man's reddish face.

Terence, who was sleeping quietly under the warm light, no longer looked as aloof as when he was awake, despite the faint melancholy on his face.

Seeing how tidy and well-dressed he was, I felt a little upset about the mess he had made me.

"Terence, look at what trouble you've made after drinking..." I gently pinched his face.

To my surprise, Terence grabbed my hand in sleep with his strong arm. Before I could struggle, he turned over and pressed me down against the bed.

The hot body temperature of him I felt through the towel made me flustered.

I could hardly breathe lying under his strong body. After failing to push him away, I patted his face, trying to wake him up. Unfortunately, it didn't work at all.

Afraid to loosen the towel around my body, I did not dare to struggle anymore and had to wait for him to wake up by himself. With a helpless sigh, I tensed up with curled toes, allowing him to lie on top of me.

For some reason, I started to feel dizzy. Maybe it had something to do with the two glasses of wine I had drunk. Nestling in the strong and warm chest, I fell asleep gradually.

Something as light as a feather brushed past my face and lips when I was in a haze.

The touch, as well as the warm breath that came with it, was so soft that I couldn't help but let out a breathy grunt.

[In the next morning]

I woke up in my own bedroom. Throwing back the covers, I saw myself still wrapped in the towel from last night.

It must be Terence who had taken me back here.

This was what I believed. However, the image of Terence burying his head in my boobs popped up in my mind as soon as I recalled the weird feeling last night.

"Oh my god!" I shouted in surprise, jumped up in a panic, and get rid of the towel. Thank god that I didn't see any trace on my body that might be left after sex. I heaved a sigh of relief, remembering what Scott had said.

"Even Terence, an old bachelor, won't be interested in you. You've slept with others countless times and even had nude photos taken! You know what, you're a complete slut!"

He was right. Terence was handsome and rich while I was a married, dirty woman. It was impossible that he had done anything to me last night.

I must be thinking too much. Those vague memories were nothing but a dream.

With a forced smile, I looked up at the clock on the wall. It was almost eight. After washing up and putting on my milky white suit quickly, I went downstairs, ready to leave for work.

The sound of arguing came from below when I just reached the second floor. I paused in terror.

"Stop it! Scott is a healthy young man with normal desire. It's understandable that he fails to resist the temptation once or twice since, you know, Chelsea is so dull and boring. Don't beat him! It was just a small mistake..."

"Get out! How dare you speak up for this bastard who got caught by cops?" Senior Mr. Laris roared with a red face as he raised his hand high and lashed Scott again.

Blood splashed from the wounds. Covering my mouth, I widened my eyes in horror.

Scott was kneeling straight on the ground. His white shirt was stained red with blood as terrifying wounds left by the whip almost covered his whole body.

He remained silent no matter how hard Senior Mr. Laris beat and scolded him probably because Scott had realized his mistake.

My heart skipped a beat when I noticed the enervated look on his face. According to the conversation between Senior Mr. Laris and Marilyn, I could vaguely guess out what had happened.

Scott must have been caught by the police when he visited a prostitute last night. This could explain why Senior Mr. Laris was so furious now.

I gripped the handrail and looked downstairs in a daze, feeling relieved and sad at the same time.

I was relieved that Scott hadn't come to my bedroom and took it out on me.

However, as his wife, I also felt sad that my husband visited a prostitute.

Senior Mr. Laris kept lashing Scott and scolding him for being trash and discrediting the Laris family as the eldest among his brothers, even though Scott didn't say anything in defense of himself.

Marilyn protected his son with her own body, shouting at Senior Mr. Laris boldly in tears, "Yes, Scott discredited the Laris family, but that's because his father died early! Beat me now, and blame me for not raising him up well! Don't touch my son again if you don't want to see me kill myself right in front of you!"

"You!" Senior Mr. Laris' face turned pale suddenly. As the whip slipped from his hand, his body started to tremble violently.

Seeing that he was about to fall, I ran downstairs immediately to hold him. "Grandpa!"

"Dad." At the same time, a calm voice came from aside.

It turned out that Terence was sitting on the sofa on the right, where I couldn't see from the stairs.

It seemed that Terence was reading a magazine leisurely when this farce was going on. Only when he noticed his grandfather was about to fall did he throw away the magazine and run over.

He and I were now holding Senior Mr. Laris' arms from two sides. We were so close to each other that I could hear his breath. Every time I looked up, I would meet his eyes.

The embarrassing dream and the image that he pressed me down in bed last night occurred to me again. I cast my eyes down nervously, not daring to look at him.

Scott's face darkened for no reason. After darting his eyes back and forth between Terence and me, he suddenly snorted coldly at me.

"How dare you look at Chelsea like that after failing her in such a dirty way?" Senior Mr. Laris bent over to pick up his whip furiously.

"Grandpa, calm down. Scott and I just bickerer a while yesterday. We're fine now." I held Senior Mr. Laris' arm and led him to the sofa and patted his heaving chest, comforting him gently.

In fact, I didn't feel sorry for Scott at all, but I did care about Senior Mr. Laris. The old man was in poor health now. Getting this angry would definitely do harm to him.

Mixed feelings flashed in Terence's eyes when he heard my words. Soon, he turned around and left indifferently.

After a fit of coughing, Senior Mr. Laris stopped Terence and then pointed at Scott, scolding, "From today on, you'll be demoted as the general manager while Terence takes charge of the company. Reflect on yourself! If you dare to disobey my orders or cause any trouble again..."

"You'll kick me out of the company, right?" Scott staggered up from the ground and clenched his fists tightly at his sides, roaring at his grandfather disrespectfully. "You're always biased towards him! Why don't you just give everything to him? Go ahead, give them to him!"