The Divorce Prescription

Soon, the effects of the party drug would completely take over.

Anne quickly made her way back to her room, a confident smirk tugging at her lips.

She removed her clothes and prepared a lavish milk and rose petal bath. Though she was in her 40s, Anne had never married or had children. With meticulous care, her skin remained radiant and smooth.

Her delicate face radiated a timeless beauty.

Anne felt confident-tonight, Nigel would be hers.

...

In the study, Nigel remained immersed in his work. Since he had decided to make the ultimate sacrifice for Fiona, there were several things he needed to address first.

But soon, an unfamiliar heat began to spread through his body. He loosened the buttons of his shirt, yet the burning sensation didn't subside.

Unable to ignore it any longer, Nigel stood and headed toward his room, deciding to take a cold shower.

However, the freezing water only intensified the heat, fueling the sensation instead of relieving it. The discomfort was maddening.

Now dressed in a sleek black silk robe, Nigel emerged from the bathroom. He sat down on the bed, grabbing his phone to call Eren.

the edge of the blanket shifted,

from her bath, her face glowed with a soft, rosy warmth, and her eyes

"Nigel," she murmured.

He swallowed hard, his voice low and

waiting for you,"

brows furrowed in frustration. "This is

tried to rise,

Anne lunged forward, her arms wrapping tightly around him from behind. Her curvaceous body pressed against his as

darkened, a smoldering intensity flickering within them. Despite

was still a healthy,

was merciless, stripping away his remaining

he tried to hold on. Her hand traced over his firm muscles, gliding sensually through

whispered seductively, "Nigel,

fight it anymore. I'm here... I've always

sending her

you're doing? This is

He wanted to escape.

around his neck, pulling him back down to

you-can't you