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No one dared to step closer to the room, hearing the owner's roar from inside. They could only look at each other, standing outside the door, while Shouya, who lived downstairs, rushed up upon hearing the commotion above.
Biting into her fair skin, leaving behind a series of bruising bite marks, Shouya burst into the room, where shredded clothing was scattered across the carpet. Even worse, Rafas had...
"You bastard, how could you do this to Wushuang!" Shouya stepped forward and pulled Rafas away from Wushuang, covering her naked body with a blanket. Although he only caught a glimpse, he clearly saw the wounds on Wushuang's body, with her neck marked by deep bruises.
Rafas, suddenly confronted by Shouya, was filled with anger and pointed a finger at him, shouting threats: "Get out of my way! If anyone dares to protect her today, it’s clear they want to go against me."
"Lefas, are you insane? Look at what you've done to Shuang'er." Sitting by the bed, he lifted Wushuang up and pointed at the bruises on her neck for him to see.
In his rage, Rafas didn’t care about her injuries; he hadn’t laid a hand on her. How could she have such severe wounds? Seeing his indifferent attitude only fueled Shouya's anger. Wrapping Wushuang completely in the blanket, he prepared to leave.
"Put her down! No one is allowed to take her away!" Rafas blocked him as he attempted to carry her out of the room.
"Lefas, no matter what you say today, I will take Wushuang away. Sometimes seeing you like this makes me want to send Wushuang back to that person!" Shouya was unafraid of his threats and continued to carry Wushuang out of the room.
Hearing those words from Shouya, that person... no, Wushuang was his; he would never allow her to return to that person.
Shouya brought Wushuang to his room and asked a maid to find her some clothes to change into. Meanwhile, Rafas sat alone in his room for a long time, slowly realizing that he had been too agitated earlier. How had he become like this?
Downstairs, Shouya carefully applied ointment on Wushuang, who had swollen eyes and hadn’t spoken a word since. She didn’t know what to say or if she should say anything at all.
Knock knock knock... There was a knock at the door. Rafas stood outside looking anxious as he opened it. The two inside turned to look at the door; when Wushuang saw him enter, she immediately pulled the blanket up higher to hide herself.
"Shouya" stood by the bed protecting her and asked him with an annoyed expression: "What are you doing here? Wushuang doesn’t want to see you."
"This villa is mine; everything here belongs to me. Since it’s mine, why can’t I come here? And she is my woman; why can’t I come see her?" He stepped closer, reaching the bedside and noticing the ointment on the nightstand. At that moment, he truly felt heartbroken over her injuries.
"Fine, since it’s yours, then I’ll take Wushuang away from here to a place where you’ll never find her." As he spoke, Shouya really prepared to take Wushuang away, causing Rafas's brows to furrow in anxiety as he stepped forward and pushed him aside.
Two men were staring at each other in the room, neither of them liking the other. In the midst of the standoff, Yan Wushuang got off the bed and walked out of the room step by step, not glancing at them even once, heading downstairs alone.
"Baby... Wushuang... where are you going?" both men shouted in unison.
Yan Wushuang remained silent, walking quietly. Rafas was the first to rush forward, wrapping his weak body in his arms tightly. He inadvertently caught sight of the bruises on her neck and held her even closer, feeling a pang of pain for her. "Baby, where does it hurt? Please don't be angry anymore."
He set aside his proud demeanor and gently called her name in her ear. Shouya was most annoyed by this side of him—one moment he wanted to beat her up, and the next he was desperately trying to coax her. This guy was truly hard to figure out.
"You’re holding Wushuang so tightly that you might hurt her," Shouya reminded him with an unhappy expression from the side.
"What does it matter to you? I just like holding her tightly." Though he said that, he still gradually loosened his grip a bit to avoid hurting her.
Wushuang's tears had not stopped flowing. Rafas turned her body to face him and saw her crying like a little tearful person, which made him feel frustrated as well.
His presence was unnecessary; Shouya shot him a glance and turned back to his own room. He could see that Rafas had found some clarity and would no longer hurt Wushuang, so he felt relieved to leave Wushuang with him.
Only the two of them remained in the hallway. Rafas picked up Wushuang horizontally and returned to their room, where the shards on the carpet had already been cleaned up. The door lock had not yet been repaired, but it didn’t matter; there was no difference whether it was locked or not since no one dared to enter his room casually.
"Baby, can you say something? Where does it hurt? Let me see," Rafas insisted as he forcibly removed her clothing. Looking at the bite marks and bruises on her body that he had left behind made him feel particularly uncomfortable.
Being looked at so openly by him made Wushuang feel very uneasy. She pulled up the blanket to hide herself and mumbled, "I want to be alone for a while; you go out!"
"I'll be wherever you are!" As he spoke, he took off his shoes and socks and lay down under the blanket with her.
Wushuang's tears flowed like a dam that had burst; they hadn’t stopped since the beginning. Under the thin blanket, Rafas used his large hand to wipe away her tears, kissing her cheeks while softly apologizing over and over again, leaving her unsure of what to do.
"Baby, don’t cry anymore, okay..." His soft lips kissed her brows, eyelashes, nose, and lips before finally holding her tightly in his embrace and lovingly kissing her hair.
She didn't know how long she had cried, but she was exhausted and fell asleep in his arms. When she woke up again, it was dark outside, and the warm chest in front of her was gone, leaving her alone in the silence of the room.
Just as she sat up, Rafas pushed the door open and walked in. A servant followed behind, pushing a food cart to her bedside. Rafas embraced her, who looked bewildered, and gently touched her pale cheek, feeling a pang of heartache.
"Come on, you must be hungry. I noticed you didn't look well, so I had the kitchen prepare these Chinese tonics for you. Let's start with a bowl of chicken soup." He personally picked up a bowl and brought it to her lips.
Yan Wushuang remained silent, quietly eating. She was indeed hungry and swallowed the food he offered without hesitation. Recently, she couldn't understand why she had been so sleepy and hungry.
They spent time together in calmness, seemingly forgetting the unpleasantness of the day. However, Rafas noticed the absence of a smile on her face and knew there were still unresolved feelings within her.
After dinner, Wushuang soaked in a warm bathtub, closing her eyes and quietly thinking about certain things. She wasn't even sure what she was thinking; she just wanted to calm her mind.
"Baby, are you done? You've been in there for half an hour!" Rafas knocked on the door from outside, worried that something might have happened to her inside.
Hearing his voice, she quickly got up, grabbed a towel, changed into clean pajamas, and opened the door. Rafas stood outside watching her, but she didn't glance at him and went straight back to bed.
"Baby, are you still not willing to forgive me? Can we make up? You should know that I, Rafas, have never apologized to any woman before; you are the first and only one." He coaxed her patiently, not expecting that women could be so troublesome.
Wushuang stared at him for a long time before finally saying, "Are you using me?"
Rafas's brows furrowed, and his expression suddenly turned grim as he tightly grasped her hand and asked, "Who told you I was using you? Was it that brat Shouya?"
"Don't blame others; it's just my own guess." Ever since last night, her heart had become somewhat chaotic. She couldn't quite put her finger on it; all she knew was that his sudden kindness made her feel uneasy.
Rafas cupped her small face and looked at her seriously as he said, "Baby, from now on I won't allow you to speak like this. You are my woman. Even if I am cunning by nature, I would never use a woman to achieve my goals. Do you understand?"
"I..." She felt a bit lost and wasn't sure if she could trust his words.
He pulled her into his arms, and Rafas's brows furrowed even more. He had a strong feeling that something was about to happen, as if she were going to leave him, and he hated that feeling!
"Just trust me. Today I couldn't hold back my temper. If you're still mad at me, how about I let you hit me?" He extended an arm, ready to accept her attack.
"Forget it, I don't want to argue." Wushuang recognized her own identity; she was just a woman he kept, nothing more.
Taking her to buy rings and introducing her as his fiancée at the auction—these were things he never discussed with her. She wouldn't take them seriously; it was better to go with the flow.
The two of them, each with their own thoughts, held each other tightly. Seeing her slightly closed eyes, Rafas knew she wasn't asleep. He leaned closer and whispered in her ear, "Baby, we're going back to Las Vegas the day after tomorrow. How about I take you out for a walk tomorrow?"
"Mm." She hummed lightly and continued to sleep without any other expression.
Rafas didn't force her to be intimate with him that night; he simply held her quietly, doing nothing but embracing her...
The next morning, Rafas appeared on the streets of New York with the beautiful Wushuang. Among the crowd, they were a perfect match of handsome man and beautiful woman. He took her into an expensive clothing store and generously bought everything she liked. If she liked the store, he would buy it all for her.
"Lefas, I don't want to shop. Can we go somewhere else? This place is too boring!" It seemed like the only places they could go together were these.
Rafas handed their spoils of the day to the bodyguard behind them. Glancing at his gold watch, he saw there was still time; perhaps she would like the next place.
He took her into the car and mysteriously didn’t tell her where they were going. After more than half an hour of driving, they finally stopped in front of an amusement park. Wushuang looked around in surprise at all the children everywhere; this was a place she had only seen on television. She let out an excited light laugh.
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