A name spoken in such a hazy state of consciousness spoke volumes about its bearer’s significance in his heart.

Rhea had pieced together Marcus’ intentions the moment he gravitated towards the elevator.

His room here was no secret to her; she had visited it in the past.

She arrived at the other end of the corridor via a separate elevator, counting her lucky stars.

Fate smiled upon her again as she encountered a cleaning lady nearby. Recognizing her as Marcus’ friend, the cleaning lady, unsuspecting of Rhea’s intentions, permitted her entry to retrieve some files for Marcus before proceeding with her own chores.

“Why have you fallen silent?”

in his arms was like a refreshing oasis in the scorching desert of his desire, extinguishing

He was aware that Millie disliked him taking liberties with her, and he

the drug-induced frenzy was taking hold of him; his hand was moving of its own accord, seeking out the contours of

sense of discrepancy began to nag at him. Millie’s nose was more pronounced, and her chin was less pointed

unease pierced his heart, prompting him to gather

taken aback but bit her tongue,

would betray her identity and shatter her

could Marcus still possess some semblance of reason? Shouldn’t he

imprisoned in a vice-like grip as Marcus thundered, “Who are you? If you persist in your silence, I shall

remarkable strength. Her chin throbbed relentlessly, as if on the verge of being crushed

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