Back at the hotel, swiping the card to open the door.
Once inside the room, Charlotte Lane noticed that the living room light was still off.
Usually, no matter where they were, if she was not home, Christopher Clark would always leave the living room light on, waiting for her to return.
Today, entering the room, it was completely dark.
As she slightly furrowed her brow, intending to gauge her surroundings, Arthur North suddenly wrapped his arms around her waist. With a swift motion, he pressed her against a wall and kissed her.
With her lips pried open, Charlotte Lane shivered slightly, clenching the clothes on Arthur Northâs waist.
She held onto his clothes, trying to pull him away, but failed. After a while, she hummed lightly in protest.
âArthur Northâ¦â
Arthur North gently bit her lips, he then drew back slightly and rested his forehead against hers.
There was no light in the room, complete darkness, only the moist warm breaths of each other.
Arthur North gently pecked her lips.
âThe childrenâ¦â Charlotte Lane tried to avoid him, but Arthur North held the back of her head, making her unable to move.
âI booked another room for them.â Arthur North caressed her face, kissing her cheek again.
âYouâ¦â Charlotte Lane felt a sense of danger from Arthur North.
A faint stern force was pressing onto her.
âMadam is too beautiful, itâs hard to resist,â said Arthur North, and he gave her eyes a kiss.
âAm I only beautiful today?â Charlotte Lane asked lightly.
âYouâre beautiful every day. So, whenever you refuse me, I suffer,â Arthur Northâs hand rubbed her waist. âMoreover, you are even more beautiful today, so captivating.â
Charlotte Lane chuckled lightly, âThis isnât the first time I dressed this way.â
âLast time, I wanted to, but those two kids were in the way.â Arthur North smiled.
âWell, you brought them here.â
âMy fault.â Arthur North held Charlotte Lane against his neck and gently lifted her up, letting her legs wrap around his waist.
One hand supported her leg, the other held the back of her neck, kissing her delicately.
The ambiguity in the darkness began to intensify.
Arthur North, holding Charlotte Lane, walked a few steps. He inserted the hotel key card and turned on the light.
The whole room lit up.
Both Arthur North and Charlotte Lane closed their eyes uncomfortably.
When they opened their eyes again, a layer of mist was fogging Charlotte Laneâs eyes. Her face flushed, her thin lips swollen, stirring desire.
Arthur North gazed at her, his elongated pupils filled with desire. They were heating up, burning with a hint of red at the corners of his eyes.
He chuckled softly, carrying Charlotte Lane into the bedchamber.
He placed her on the bed and leaned over her.
Charlotte Lane raised her hand to stop his shoulders, preventing his kiss from falling.
The light in Arthur Northâs eyes flickered, his breath slightly heavy, but he asked patiently, âWhatâs wrong?â
Charlotte Laneâs expression cleared a bit, âI suddenly have a bold idea.â
At this time, hearing this sentence⦠just savoring these words alone can make oneâs heart ignite, full of ambiguity.
Charlotte Laneâs expression and intonation, however, indicated that this âideaâ had nothing to do with romance.
âWhat?â Arthur North held her fingers, kissing her fingertips.
âMorris suddenly gave me extra scenes⦠It was you who did it, right?â
Arthur North laughed without saying a word.
Charlotte Lane narrowed her eyes.
Arthur North confessed honestly, âIsnât it a bit inappropriate to settle scores at this time?â
Charlotte Lane kept looking at him.
After making eye contact with her for a while, Arthur North suddenly moved her hands above her head and proceeded to kiss her neck. âI wanted to see you wear todayâs clothes again. Upon thinking about it, the most effective method seemed to be making you shoot that scene from that day again.â
âDonât bite.â Charlotte Lane said.
Arthur Northâs lips gently brushed her. One hand slowly unbuttoning her clothes said, âSo I contacted Morris and enhanced the characterâs storyline a bit more.â
âDid you pay them again?â Charlotte Laneâs voice was a bit hoarse.
âMorrisâs budget was insufficient, so I chipped in a bit.â Arthur Northâs breath was becoming heavier.
Charlotte Lane: ââ¦â¦â
âLila, stop thinking.â Kevin said, âThink more about me.â
âLightsâ¦â
âLeave them on.â Kevin was slightly losing control of himself, his last words were somewhat forceful.
The room erupted with light, and the ambiguity began to rise.
Charlotteâs consciousness started to sink, little by little. Suddenly, the sound of fabric being ripped startled her.
She writhed, followed by another sound.
âKevinâ¦â
She called his name but due to her hurried breaths, her last word was swallowed in her throatâ¦
â¦â¦
Kevin planned everything related to Charlotte carefully.
For instance⦠he would choose the right time to tease her.
Charlotte had no work the next morning and she needed to handle some files from the Research Institute.
Thus, Kevin chose her day off to make his move.
He had even negotiated with Edward Monk to reshoot some scenes.
It ensured that Charlotte could put on the cheongsam again and still have her rest day the next day.
The next day when Charlotte woke up, it was already past ten oâclock.
The curtains in the room were slightly ajar.
When she opened her eyes, the first thing she saw was Kevinâs waist.
She observed him somewhat blankly for a while, then reached out to pinch him.
Kevin, resting on the head of the bed, a laptop on his lap and instituteâs files in hand, helping Charlotte with her Research Institute affairs. Suddenly feeling a pinch at his waist, he gasped slightly.
As he turned his head, he caught a glimpse of Charlotteâs guilty hand and cold gaze.
Chuckling, Kevin touched her face, âAwake?â
Charlotte shrugged his hand away, closed her eyes and ignored him.
Kevin left the files and the computer on the bedside table and lay back. He held her in his arms and kissed her, âLittle girl, do you know what you remind me of?â
Charlotte didnât respond, but rubbed her head against his shoulder a bit.
âYouâre particularly like a heartbreaker.â Kevin joked, âCanât remember anything once youâre out of bed.â
Charlotte opened her mouth to bite his collarbone.
Kevin hugged her a little tighter, gently bit her earlobe, âLittle girl, youâve become fond of biting.â
Charlotte didnât reply. She nestled in his arms for a while, then moved slightly, âBathroom.â
âAlright.â Kevin slightly let her go, placing a peck on her eyes.
Charlotte got up, fastening the belt of her sleeping robe.
Last night Kevin had bathed her and dressed her in the sleeping robe. After a nightâs sleep, the robe had loosened a bit.
After adjusting herself, she got off the bed.
After taking a few steps, she stood still in her tracks.
Kevin immediately got out of bed and walked over to her, âWhatâs wrong?â
Charlotte glanced at him, paused, and then said, âNothing.â
Then she pressed her hand to her lower back and went into the bathroom.
Kevin watched as she rubbed her waist, his eyes flashed strangely.
He had been a bit over the top last night.
Once inside the bathroom, Charlotte locked the door. As she turned around to move inside, she noticed the torn cheongsam inside the laundry basket.
Instantly, a series of images flashed in her mind.
Last night, Kevin was particularly excited, probably due to some stimulus.
He used to show some restraint before, now he seemed increasingly ruthless.
Eventually, she couldnât stand it anymore and tried to escape.
But she was pulled back in.
Charlotte threw a towel in the basket over the torn cheongsam.
This manâ¦how come with age, he was becoming more vigorous.
Charlotte was yet to find out that Kevin was not just becoming more robust, but he had also developed a liking for ripping clothesâ¦