Chapter 5 5

In the luxurious suite, Conrad wore a simple white robe, with sparkling water droplets hanging from his brown hair, and even droplets of water dripping onto the snow-white sheets along his resolute profile.

"Britney, I loved you! Stephanie and I... it was just a momentary confusion..."

"You love me, right? You believe in me, right?"

However, the person in the bed did not respond, only the sound of steady breathing.

He gently and slowly touched the beautiful cheek of the sleeping woman with his fingertips, feeling the wonderful sensation, which surprised him greatly.

Gradually, he became dissatisfied with this and wanted more. His hand slowly slid down...

Twenty minutes ago, a low-profile commercial vehicle was traveling at a constant speed on the road.

Inside the car, the man's lips curved slightly as he looked at the words "call ended" on the screen.

"Fiancé"

Just a second later, the man's slender eyebrows furrowed without leaving a trace.

"Get the plane ready, now! We're going back to Goldmoor!"

"Yes!" The person in the front seat dared not disobey the man's orders.

"Forty minutes, I had to be at Goldmoor Airport!"

Upon hearing these words, the man sitting in the front seat broke out in a cold sweat.

Forty minutes!

Usually, it takes at least one and a half hours...

The man picked up the phone in his hand and dialed...

"Ernesto!"

"Um!"

"Get me the whereabouts of Britney today. In twenty minutes! No, fifteen minutes!"

"okay, on it!"

At that moment, Britney felt like she had been in a dream... in a daze... wanting to open her eyes, but unable to.

It was as if she heard that familiar voice...

Conrad!

Conrad had just taken off Britney's sky-blue jacket at that moment, leaving her in only a tight-fitting inner lining that accentuated her beautiful figure.

In the days of being together day and night, he certainly knew that Britney's face and figure were impeccable. It was just that he didn't expect that when she was really close at hand, he realized his inner desire.

Unbuttoning the delicate buttons, one by one... revealing a creamy, snow-white tender skin.

The hand touched the flesh-colored lace... and then...

"Bang-"

The next second, the door of the suite was slammed open from the outside.

The sudden sound caught Conrad off guard, causing him to retract his hand in panic and look towards the door.

"Who are you?"

The man did not miss Conrad's actions just now.

The man's slender legs took step by step towards Conrad, making him instantly feel the sudden drop in atmospheric pressure around him.

This man!

"Are you the second son of the Schwartz family?" The man approached, his eyes narrowing slightly, but his face remained calm, although his tone was clearly disdainful.

However, seeing the woman sleeping behind Conrad, and the undone buttons, there was a hint of imperceptible danger in his expression.

Conrad was somewhat displeased to be referred to in this way. After all, the Schwartz family was one of the four prominent families in Goldmoor. The man in front of him seemed imposing, but in a place like Goldmoor, where influential people were abundant, it was impossible for him not to have seen Conrad before!

Moreover, at this crucial moment, being interrupted, Conrad was already very annoyed.

Yet, cultivated manners took over, and he maintained his gentlemanly demeanor, speaking softly and politely, "Sir, it's rather impolite to stare at my wife like that. Please leave!"

Conrad stood up and raised his hand, pointing towards the door. However, he realized that his 6ft height was significantly shorter in front of the man standing before him.

"A Schwartz, actually did such a thing, is this how Alexzander raised his son?" The man's voice was deep.

Conrad was curious about the man in front of him who could easily call out his father's name. There were not many people in Goldmoor who could do that.

"Who are you exactly?"

"If you don't want today's events to be made public and embarrass the Schwartz family, immediately, right now! Get out!" The man completely ignored Conrad's question. He pulled up the silk sheet in his hand, covering the woman's exposed tender skin tightly, afraid that anyone else might catch a glimpse.

Conrad stood there, pondering for a moment. He contemplated taking Britney from the bed, but he knew that the man in front of him was coming for her. However, he was well aware that this man's identity was far from ordinary.

"Get lost!"

Conrad, feeling the man's eagle-like gaze upon him, hastily grabbed his belongings and left unwillingly.

The man walked slowly towards the edge of the bed and sat down gracefully. His originally cold gaze, when looking at Britney on the bed, gained a touch of tenderness.

"It seems like you really forgot about me!"