"【Come pick me up at the Royal Club】"

Lying on the bed, just as she was about to sleep, Annabelle received a message from the man and immediately sat up on the bed.

She swiftly changed her clothes and headed straight for the destination the man had mentioned.

By the time Annabelle arrived at the club, she sighted the man, Adam, who was already drunk to stupor.

People in the private room paused slightly when they saw Annabelle.

Then they acted as if they hadn't seen her, continuing to huddle together and enjoying their own fun.

The box was filled with smoke, which made Annabelle, who disliked the smell of smoke, wrinkle her forehead instinctively.

Annabelle waved her hand to disperse the smoke around her, and then she stepped into the room.

Through the not particularly bright spotlight above, she saw Adam in the corner of the booth, head tilting, leaning against the wall, face elegant like a painting, skin pale white, eyelashes longer and more beautiful than a woman’s, a black mole at the corner of his left eye, enchanting yet exquisite.

Annabelle quickened her pace and walked towards him.

Annabelle leaned over, gently patting on Adam's cheek, "Adam."

Her voice was as gentle and soft as water.

Adam, who had his eyes tightly closed, heard this call that was gentle like water and opened his eyes slightly.

Adam with his clear and cold peach blossom eyes looked at Annabelle mistily, not sure if he recognised her or not. He hooked his lips and foolishly chuckled, "You're here?"

"Mm." Annabelle softly responded, and then helped Adam up by placing his arm over her shoulder.

Adam cooperatively stood up.

Annabelle, with her height of 1.68 meters, was struggling a little to support the 1.86-meter tall Adam.

Thankfully, Adam was not so intoxicated as to be unable to walk.

As Annabelle was just helping Adam step out of the private room's entrance, the door remained open, and she heard a round of discussion from inside,

"Isn't that the rumored new lover who had stayed by Mr. Adam for more than three months?"

"Isn't she the one?"

"She does bear a resemblance to her."

"How could she have stayed by Mr. Adam for over three months if she didn't look like her? However, even if she looks similar, she's still just an imitation. The one that Mr. Adam truly loves isn't her. Y'know, our Mr. Adam is already like this just after she announced she's getting married."

The voices in the private room gradually vanished with Annabelle's departure.

Annabelle supported Adam through the long 'time tunnel', finally reaching the elevator.

She helped Adam into the elevator.

Adam felt uncomfortable and hugged her, rubbing his head against her neck.

She lifted her hand to support the back of Adam's head, her voice extremely gentle as she asked, "Which floor is your car parked on?"

Adam's voice was hoarse as he hummed, "Basement one."

"Alright. Got it."

Annabelle gave a small nod, leaning against the elevator wall and let him encase her as if he was a giant dog.

There was a hint of milky fragrance from Annabelle. A body odor.

This perhaps was due to her habit of drinking milk powder despite her age, which led to her body always exuding a faint milky aroma, even though she had already turned twenty.

Adam seemed to be very fond of the milky fragrance on Annabelle.

He mischievously sniffed around her neck, then half-closed his eyes and landed a kiss on the corner of her lips, "Baby, you smell so good."

There are also others in the elevator.

Annabelle found that when the man kissed her and said such cheesy words, she immediately pinched his waist, "There are people here, stop fooling around."

Adam seemed to finally realize the presence of others in the elevator, he unhappily flicked his eyelids but didn't behave ambiguously any longer.

Upon arriving at the basement, they spent about five minutes looking for the Bugatti Veyron that Adam drove.

Annabelle opened the front passenger door and helped Adam into the sports car.

After securing the seatbelt for him, she went around to the driver's side to open the car door and got in.

Annabelle sat placidly in the driver's seat, lifted her hand to fasten her seatbelt, and started the car proficiently, pulling it out of the parking spot.

Then, she directly drifted around the corner and drove out of the club's underground garage.

The loud rumble of the sports car's engine echoed within the quiet underground garage, sounding especially prominent and resounding.

Finally, the sports car came to a halt beneath the hilltop villa of Adam in Culver City.

She killed the engine.

Annabelle helped the man out of the car and then assisted him into the villa, leading him to the bedroom on the third floor.

She tossed the man onto the large bed, ready to turn around and leave.

But just then, the man hastily grabbed her hand, "Don't go."

Annabelle turned back and glanced at him for a second.

Adam's cheeks were flushed red, his drunken eyes gazing at her in a daze. The black mole at the corner of his left eye looked exceptionally attractive under the cast light of the crystal chandelier.

"Don't go."

The man exerted a little strength, and Annabelle was instantly pulled onto him.

Before Annabelle could react, her head was pushed down. And then, a kiss imbued with the scent of liquor was fiercely planted on her lips.

He had been drinking foreign alcohol.

It was incredibly strong.

Even though she was only kissed by him, Annabelle felt as if she had drunk some alcohol herself, her mind suddenly became light and airy.

She was unsure whether it was the lingering taste of the strong alcohol in his mouth that intoxicated her or the masterful art of his kiss that made her lose herself.

The position had somehow switched.

Annabelle, who was originally on top of the man, was now below him, being kissed passionately.

The man's hand roamed inappropriately over her body.

One by one, pieces of clothing fell to the floor.

The atmosphere in the room grew more and more intense.

As if peering in on something it shouldn't, the moon outside the window suddenly dove behind a cloud.

In the aftermath, Annabelle suddenly heard the man whispering desolately beside her ear, “Where am I inferior compared to him?”

Lying in bed, Annabelle's face was flushed, the simple rise and fall of her chest was the only movement.

She was physically exhausted, but felt no trace of sleepiness.

A few seconds later.

Annabelle rolled herself into the man's embrace.

She buried her face in his left chest, eyes shut, her voice full of poignant sadness as she softly murmured, "Brother…"

"Memories cross mountains and seas, you can enter my dreams…"

An abrupt ringtone on a cell phone disturbs the early morning silence.

The sound jolts Adam from his deep slumber.

In a flash, his face, so attractive that any woman would want him, shows a hint of a beast awakening.

Adam frowns his good-looking eyebrows, slowly opening his cold yet profound peach blossom eyes.

"Um...."

Something seemed to squirm in his arms and Adam looked down.

He saw the woman's calm and gentle face nestled in his arms. Her eyelashes, gentle as feather fans, trembled lightly and her eyebrows furrowed slightly. She slowly opened her eyes.

Their eyes met.

Annabelle blinked, and a cute smile crossed her face at the man, "Good morning~"

Seeing the red mark on the woman's bare shoulders, Adam swallowed hard. His voice was magnetic and husky, "Morning."

The phone was still ringing persistently.

Instinctively, Annabelle moved to answer it.

But she wasn't dressed and was currently in a state of undress.

She bit her lip, and then said to the man, "Could you close your eyes for a moment?"

Adam clearly didn't understand her intention, and he asked in a straightforward tone, "Why do I need to close my eyes?"

"I need to get up and answer the phone, but... I'm not dressed."

Annabelle was embarrassed. As soon as the words left her mouth, her cheeks and ears flushed pink.

Upon hearing that, Adam couldn't help but laugh.

His laughter was a bit roguish, "What's there to be shy about?"

He intentionally leaned in to whisper in Annabelle's ear, "There's nothing I haven't seen already, huh?"