Chapter 4 Who are you people?
Harper stepped forward, furrowing her brows, and looked at the men with disdain, saying, “Who are you people? Get out of here.”
Upon hearing this, all the men immediately turned their gaze towards her.
“Miss Shaw, Mr. Wychwood wants to see you.”
Unexpectedly, instead of hurling insults, the men bowed respectfully to her.
“What?” Harper was dumbfounded.
‘What did they mean? Were they here for me?’
The next moment, amidst the fearful screams of the female guests, the men in suits formed two rows, creating a path. The door of the bathhouse was pushed open, and a tall and handsome young man stepped in from outside.
At six foot three, his gray pinstripe trench coat perfectly complemented his impressive physique. His short, tousled hair framed a flawlessly handsome face. His eyes lifted slightly, casting a disdainful glance at Harper. His demeanor was full of condescension.
It’s Blaze.
Blaze…
His appearance instantly silenced the screams of the female guests, leaving only the sound of water spraying from the showerheads in the bathhouse…
The man before her was outstanding but Harper had no mood to appreciate his handsomeness.
Her face turned pale, and she stared at Blaze in shock.
At this moment, if she hadn’t realized it yet, she would truly be an idiot.
It wasn’t a dream.
Everything was real.
A week ago, that luxurious room that was so hot, that man pressing against her… Everything was real.
Since she woke up feeling unwell that morning, she had sensed that something was wrong, but she would rather deceive herself into thinking it was just a dream…
“Bang-” Harper slumped to the ground, her face ashen.
She had been raped… But he had raped her, so why was he so calm appearing again? Realizing this, Harper was filled with indescribable shock. How could this happen…
Blaze stood there, coldly watching the changes in her expression. Then, he slowly commanded, “Everyone else out.”
“Yes, boss!”
The bodyguards bowed their heads, then swiftly grabbed the female guests who hadn’t yet put on their clothes and dragged them out. The women screamed again. This time, they were truly frightened.
But in less than a minute, the vast bathhouse fell silent again.
Everyone else had left.
Only Harper, sitting on the ground, and Blaze, standing lazily, remained.
After a few minutes, Harper regained some clarity. She got up from the ground, looking dazed, and started to walk out.
She wanted to leave.
She wanted to get out of here.
The embarrassing memories were suffocating her, and she needed to clear her head…
Blaze reached out, grabbing her arm tightly, and said angrily, “Harper, do you think you can just walk out of here without saying a word?”
His fingers pressed tightly against her skin. Harper’s body trembled, and the scenes of their entanglement flashed in her mind.
So clear… and so shameful.
Harper tried to remain calm. “Mr. Wychwood, I think we’re not suited to have this conversation here. It should be in court.”
“After all, you had raped me.”
“What?” Blaze turned his head to look at her, “Rape? Or custody battle? First, I, Blaze, won’t go to court for a woman like you. Second, if you’re really considering it, you won’t live long enough to step into a courtroom.”
‘What did he mean by “a woman like her”…
Custody battle?’
Harper remembered that he had been insisting on her giving him the child she supposedly had three years ago… It was just ridiculous…
“Mr. Wychwood, I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Harper spoke up, “but I believe the court will be dealing with a rape case from a week ago.”
“Huh…” Blaze chuckled. “You’re a cunning woman, really giving me a headache.”
“Let go of me. You…” Harper struggled, accidentally stepping on his shoe.
Blaze stood still, unmoved.
Her resistance and struggles only fueled his anger.
“You only want to talk about that, huh?” Blaze glared at her with dark eyes, his fingers tightening around her arm. He almost growled, “Well, Harper, let me tell you. That wasn’t rape, it was just… lovemaking between husband and wife!” Blaze pulled her closer, his lips brushing against her ear, ” You looked so enchanting that night, I could tell you were enjoying it.”Published by Nôv'elD/rama.Org.