Chapter 1 Chapter 1 Focus on Me, Babe

After a sexy night, Renee Johnston lay in bed with shock filling her heart.

She had been married for three years but had never had sex with her husband, but last night...

Seeing the handsome "stranger" beside her, Renee felt momentarily lost.

The madness of last night... She still remembered it vividly.

In truth, it was a bit ridiculous.

But the fact is that it's so bloody ridiculous.

She trusted her plausible ex-husband Nevin Grant and thought he loved her so much that he kept himself from sleeping with her.

But she didn't know that Nevin had already been another girl's sugar daddy.

It wasn't until her mother-in-law brought the pregnant girl home that she realized how foolish and innocent she was.

But the most absurd thing was that the girl was her half-sister, Irina Johnston, who shared the same father with her.

"Focus on me, babe."

The man's voice carried a hint of warning. Renee only felt it hard to breathe. She struggled to open her eyes and found that she was under the man again. She could see his perfect face clearly.

In an instant, Renee blushed, and her heart beat faster. She quickly placed her hands on his shoulder, trying to push him away. Her words were somewhat coquettish. "I'm really tired, Honey. Can I have a break?"

Her sweet voice made the man smile. His delicate features became even more attractive with his smile. He didn't bother her again. "Then let me have a cigarette first."

After speaking, he stood up from the bed, picked up his clothes, put them on, and went to the bathroom.

Knock, knock, knock...

The sudden knocking at the door made Renee's suspended heart rise more. She subconsciously buried her head in the quilt. However, she saw the man calmly open the door and take over a shopping bag with an extravagant logo.

"I'm sorry for your clothes. Here is my compensation."

He placed the shopping bag on the bed and then sat on the sofa nearby.

He lit the cigarette skillfully. It was a simple gesture, but he did it with elegance.

Renee lay still and, with curiosity, opened the shopping bag.

Subsequently, her eyes widened.

This brand was not ordinary. It was said that every piece of clothing on the counter exceeded ten thousand dollars.

And this white dress was a specific style, worth seventy or eighty thousand dollars!

How could he give such a valuable dress to a one-night-stand girl so casually?

Renee was astonished. She spoke uncertainly, "Is this dress expensive? I can't afford it."

"Who wants you to pay?"

The man still had half of the cigarette. He slightly blocked it to prevent the smoke from wafting onto the bed. He chuckled and said, "It's my fault. I was too fierce last night, so your clothes..."

"Stop. Stop!"

Renee's face was already as red as a boiled shrimp, but unfortunately, the man continued to mention the crazy last night.

Seeing Renee's face, the man stopped teasing her. He said he needed a shower and walked into the bathroom.

Renee watched his tall figure leave and then fixed her gaze on the luxurious logo, unable to figure out the man's thoughts.

Were these clothes... fake?

She touched the material of the dress, smooth and comfortable. It didn't feel like fake.

But Renee once again felt worried about how to face this man next.

Yesterday, being mocked by the mistress face to face, Renee was so angry that she divorced her ex-husband immediately. Later, she went to a bar and got herself totally drunk. In a daze, she saw the most handsome man in the crowd and threw herself into his arms.

She remembered the first sentence she said to him last night very clearly.

"I want you."

The memories that followed were full of eroticism.

Renee only felt her face burning. Yesterday, she became brave under alcohol, but last night had already passed, and she had to face reality.

She suddenly regretted that she had lost her first night just because of a pair of bitches.

Taking a deep breath, she struggled to hold back the pain and stood up.

Yesterday's clothes were almost rubbish. She only put on her underwear. After hesitating repeatedly, she still put on the white dress.

The dress unexpectedly suited her as if tailored for her.

Renee looked at the bathroom, impressed by this unfamiliar man.

The rustling sound of water repeated in her ear.

Although escape might not be unfair to him, the two were strangers without interaction.

After hesitating, Renee took out five hundred dollars and placed them on the table. But then, thinking of the man's handsome face, she threw an extra one hundred dollars out.

After finishing these things, she quickly rushed out of the hotel with her bag and took a deep breath of fresh air.

The sound of the water was gradually decreasing.

As soon as Zarek MacLeod walked out of the bathroom, he saw the six hundred dollars. His face suddenly darkened.

It had been five years. Why was this girl still the same as before? She hadn't made any progress at all.

Taking a deep breath, he tried to calm the anger easily provoked by Renee and made a phone call. "Steve, hurry and check where she has gone."

"Ah? Mr. Macleod, have you found her?" His senior assistant, Steve Cooper, was stunned and asked uncertainly.

"Well, Allum Hotel. She just left for less than an hour."

Zarek's eyes sank as he instructed before hanging up the phone.

His gaze shifted to the bed, and his expression froze as he saw the bloodstain.

Was she... still a virgin?