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Shouya followed Rafas out of the study and stood behind him, watching the two people in the hallway embrace each other. Their hearts had gradually drawn closer over time and through their interactions, but it was precisely this that worried him. If one day Wushuang regained her memory and remembered the scars Lefas had left on her, how would she face him?
Lefas's overwhelming possessiveness would surely bind her to him just as before, but Wushuang harbored resentment. He firmly believed that Wushuang would not easily stay by his side. Sigh... what a headache this was.
Rafas picked up Yan Wushuang in his arms, and the servants stood quietly to the side, watching their master carry the young lady downstairs. Shouya approached them, observing how they huddled together, and recalling Wushuang's bare feet and tearful expression earlier, he angrily asked, "So this is how you serve Miss Wushuang?"
"Young Master Shouya, we meant no harm. The young lady insisted on finding the master, but he was discussing important matters with you in the study. We were afraid she would disturb you both, so we tried to stop her from coming up," an experienced Old Maid timidly replied.
"That's not an excuse. Just wait for your punishment!" After saying this, Shouya left without looking back.
The group of servants trembled; they were doomed. The master's punishments were usually not simple. The middle-aged woman who had answered Shouya's question fainted on the spot.
In the room, Rafas placed Yan Wushuang on the large bed and ordered the servants to prepare bathwater. He personally helped her wash away the stickiness from her body while she sat naked in the bathtub, shyly avoiding his intense gaze.
"Are you feeling more comfortable?" His large hand glided over her silky skin as he massaged her feet. Running barefoot for so long must have hurt.
"Lefas, promise me you won't leave me alone no matter what happens, okay?" With tears still glistening in her eyes, she held his hand and looked at him with a mix of longing and grievance.
"Okay, I promise you. But you must also promise me to obediently listen to my words and never leave my side for any reason, especially tomorrow night's Charity Gala. Do you understand?" He would not let go of her—not even a little.
Yan Wushuang nodded with red-rimmed eyes and draped her arms around his neck. The warm atmosphere enveloped them in the humid bathroom as Rafas tenderly cupped her face and kissed her, saying, "Baby, do you know that holding me like this could lead to trouble?"
"I know, but I'm willing..." Looking into his dark eyes, Yan Wushuang sincerely said those three words for the first time: "I'm willing."
Rafas exhaled a hot breath; heaven knew how much he desired her at that moment. Seeing the light in her eyes assured him she wasn't deceiving him just to please him. In the steamy bathroom, their bodies intertwined in the bathtub.
"You are my baby... mine..."
"Mm... Lefas... Lefas..." She knew his desire was strong; she had always passed out from it before. Unable to say anything else, she repeatedly called out his name.
Rafas excitedly lifted her up; he loved hearing her call his name—her voice was like music to his ears.
Yan Wushuang's body emitted a unique fragrance mixed with sweat and warm steam, filling every corner of the room with her scent. Rafas adored this aroma; he leaned down to kiss her lips, their mouths pressed together as the air thickened with intimacy...
In the passionate entanglement, unbeknownst to them, an unknown life form was quietly beginning to sprout...
The annual Celebrity Night Charity Auction was about to kick off at the Carlton Hotel in New York. Since it was Celebrity Night, the attending guests were all prominent figures from various fields, both legitimate and underworld. However, this event was solely for charity, with no other discussions allowed!
Kogura and Yamamoto Ryuichi had both arrived in New York and checked into the same hotel. Their every move was being closely monitored. Meanwhile, the news that Rafas had brought Yan Wushuang to New York also reached the ears of these two men, each harboring their own secrets.
Yan Wushuang had rested well and was eager to accompany him to the charity event. Recently, she had been feeling easily fatigued; after just waking up, she would soon doze off again and had been eating a lot more than usual. However, she never considered there might be another reason for this; she always thought it was simply because she was too tired at night, leading her to overeat and oversleep.
Yesterday, several servants were dismissed. At this critical moment, right under her nose, he didn't want to see bloodshed so soon. Out of mercy, he spared their lives and ordered them to leave the villa immediately.
It was Yan Wushuang's first time in New York, and she insisted that he take her out to see the sights. Rafas looked at her increasingly adorable cheeks and promised, "After the banquet ends, I'll take you to ride the Ferris wheel at the amusement park, okay?"
"Really? I've only seen Ferris wheels on TV; I've never ridden one! I want to go! You have to keep your word!" Wushuang clung to his neck and playfully rubbed against him.
"When have I ever lied to you? But you must remember not to leave my side during the banquet. Even if I have something urgent and need to step away, you must stay close to Shouya, understand?" This was his biggest concern—he feared she might suddenly disappear during the event...
Yan Wushuang nodded in a somewhat confused manner but then asked him with wide eyes, "I remember what you said, but I don't understand. Is the banquet really that scary? Are there many bad people?"
"They're not bad people, but they are wolves in sheep's clothing who love to catch little rabbits like you," he said as he held her close, his gaze seemingly conveying something important.
Wolves in sheep's clothing love to eat little rabbits like her... She understood now; it was just like that man they encountered in the restaurant—looking respectable but actually a pervert, perhaps even worse!
In the castle, she occasionally watched movies. Although she hadn't experienced much herself, she understood some basic knowledge about society. Rafas was worried that those wolves in sheep's clothing would snatch her away; that's why he wanted her to stay close to him. She got it.
Nodding repeatedly at him, she vowed that she would stick by his side tightly and wouldn't leave him for a moment!
Tonight was Celebrity Night Charity Auction. Celebrities from various fields were donating their collections for charity purposes, with all proceeds going directly to the foundation organized by the event's hosts.
The event was hosted by Rebella Couple from the White House. Naturally, they contributed many of their own collections to support tonight's cause. The Carlton Hotel's most luxurious banquet hall could accommodate up to five thousand people; however, only five hundred invitation cards were issued for this event. With only one thousand dining spots available, only members of the world's top five hundred companies or royal nobility could attend tonight's Celebrity Night Charity Auction!
Yan Wushuang had prepared early for tonight's banquet. Worried about embarrassing herself at the event, she ate something beforehand to settle her stomach. After enjoying a relaxing essential oil bath and changing into her beautiful gown tailored just for her—its exquisite cut accentuated her figure—she underwent meticulous makeup application by a skilled artist who crafted a flawless look for her. Her long lashes were subtly curled and lengthened; delicate eyeliner enhanced her already captivating eyes further. A light foundation smoothed over her fair cheeks with a touch of blush added a lovely rosy hue to her porcelain-like skin.
Her long straight hair was styled elegantly by a stylist in line with her glamorous look for the evening, revealing a sapphire necklace symbolizing nobility and elegance. Rafas had also prepared a diamond-studded hairpin for her—simple yet exquisite—rivaling those of so-called noblewomen.
Compared to Yan Wushuang's meticulous grooming, Rafas was much simpler. After all, men are not as complicated as women. He changed into a black Armani suit and styled his short hair with wax to achieve a look he was satisfied with. His strong facial features made him perfect from any angle, and the Silver Mask never left his side, just like tonight.
"Lefas, I'm ready!" Yan Wushuang carefully walked up to him in her seven-inch heels, allowing him to check if she met his approval.
Rafas looked at Wushuang, who resembled a goddess descending to earth, feeling an overwhelming urge to immediately take her back to his room and keep her hidden in his private space, not wanting anyone to see her ethereal beauty.
He stepped forward and embraced her, taking a deep breath by her ear. "Baby, you look so beautiful tonight that I regret bringing you here. Should we just skip it?"
"Lefas..." Yan Wushuang pouted and lightly hit him in his embrace. They were about to leave, and he was still joking around; it was infuriating.
"Okay, okay... Don't be mad. I'm taking you there, but you must remember my words: stick close to me and don't talk to any unfamiliar men, understood?" This was his last reminder, hoping everything would go smoothly tonight.
Wushuang nodded gently. Rafas tenderly picked her up and placed her in the car. Shouya had already left half an hour earlier and arrived at the Carlton Hotel, where he had registered Yan Wushuang's painting for auction. All that was left to do was... observe!
After twenty minutes of bustling on the main road, Rafas's car arrived at the entrance of the Carlton Hotel. A crowd of reporters had gathered there; journalists from almost every country and ethnicity were present. They lined both sides of the hotel’s red carpet, ready to capture photos of any celebrity arriving.
"The President Monica's car has arrived!" One sharp-eyed reporter recognized the vehicle immediately. It was no surprise; Rafas's cars were custom-made, with only three in the world—two in Las Vegas and this one parked at his villa in New York.
Yan Wushuang looked at the hundreds of reporters holding the latest equipment, snapping photos with flashing lights. For someone attending such an event for the first time, she felt incredibly nervous.
"Baby, it's time to get out of the car. Don't be afraid; relax a bit. Link your arm with mine, smile at them, and walk in slowly behind me. You don't need to say anything; I've got everything covered!" He held her trembling hand tightly, offering her reassurance in that moment of anxiety.
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