Chapter 2 Finalize The Divorce

Alison had been nursing a deep-seated grudge all these years, and she wanted more than anything to get back at Nicholas.

Sure enough, when she saw the rage flicker in his eyes, a wave of satisfaction washed over her.

"Do you have a death wish?" Nicholas' voice dropped to a menacing whisper, his expression darkening as an icy chill radiated from him.

In a flash, he seized Alison's wrists and pressed her firmly against the wall.

The sudden movement caused her freshly donned bathrobe to slip off her shoulders, revealing the exquisite curves of her body in an undeniably provocative manner.

Nicholas' heartbeat quickened involuntarily, and he frowned, fighting to maintain his composure.

Standing on tiptoe, Alison leaned in and whispered seductively in his ear, "Did you have a good time last night?"

After all, this man had kept her up for hours, venting his desires.

Nicholas' gaze turned piercingly icy, spurred on by her taunts. He looked like a ferocious predator, ready to devour his prey.

"Keep talking like that, and I'll end you right here, right now," Nicholas growled, shoving her hand away and stumbling back, torn between frustration and desire.

Damn it! No way in hell would he ever admit just how much he had enjoyed their night together. Yet, his body betrayed him, itching for a repeat of their fiery encounter.

Last night, when Alison had thrown herself at him, he hadn't resisted.

He couldn't deny that she was captivating, her skin as smooth as silk, her features an enchanting blend of purity and allure. Her eyes, in particular, glistened with indescribable innocence that drew him in, compelling him against his better judgment.

But that didn't give her the right to provoke him like this.

With deliberate slowness, Alison adjusted her bathrobe, each movement more enticing than the last. She twirled her finger through her hair and pouted in a manner designed to soften even the toughest of men.

"Okay, I see how it is. Let's just call it a night..." Alison trailed off, noticing the subtle changes in his demeanor, a sly smile curling her lips. Inside, she was sneering, relishing the effect she had on him.

However, before she could continue, a ringtone shattered the moment. Nicholas glanced at his phone and answered the call.

Clad in a bathrobe with his collar slightly askew, he exuded a carefree, almost aloof air.

His physique was nothing short of extraordinary; every inch of him screamed raw masculinity.

Alison couldn't help but feast her eyes on him. But then, his voice turned cold and distant, slicing through the air. "Yes, I've made my decision. I promised Grandpa I'd stay married for two years, and now, time's up."

"Stop worrying about it. There's no need for me to meet that girl. I'll have my assistant handle the divorce."

"Humph! That woman has enjoyed the title of Mrs. Bowman for two years now; she has nothing to complain about. In fact, she should've received the divorce agreement by now."

So, as anticipated, Nicholas had returned from abroad just to finalize the divorce. Alison couldn't help but wonder how he would react when he discovered that the woman he had shared a bed with was, in fact, his wife. Just picturing his stunned expression made her smirk triumphantly.

Alison had toyed with the idea of revealing her identity to Nicholas, but with their imminent divorce, she decided against it. It was better this way.

Just then, Nicholas' phone call ended, only for him to immediately receive another, seemingly a work-related call.

His towering figure leaned casually against the balcony railing, more than half of his chest exposed, revealing the alluring sheen of his toned muscles.

The sight was mouthwatering, and Alison licked her lips and indulged in one last admiring glance before gathering her things and turning to leave, reveling in the fact that she had sampled a premium delicacy for free.

A few minutes later, the phone call ended. When Nicholas returned to the room, he found the woman had left. His gaze fell on the bloodstain on the white sheet.

A cold glint appeared in his eyes. This woman was certainly interesting. Was it her first time?

But her attitude was so strange-so brazen and audacious. Could it be that she knew who he was?

Mulling over this possibility, Nicholas rubbed his chin and sneered. Perhaps they would meet again.

After exiting the hotel, Alison didn't leave right away. She was rubbing her aching tummy when her phone suddenly rang. Glancing down, she saw that it was her mother, Amy Powell, calling.

Alison's blood ran cold once she saw her mother's name on her phone screen, putting two and two together.

Someone had drugged her and sent her to Nicholas' bed last night.