Eva Miller clutched the blanket over her body, lost in thought, the aching reality of her body proving last night's tumultuous events were indeed real. Oliver Johnson really had her last night.
"Damn it, Eva Miller, why did you drink so much!"
Now she deeply regretted it. What if something happened between them last night, but she didn't end up pregnant?
Suddenly, the door opened, and a tall figure burst in. At first, she thought it was Oliver Johnson, but then...
She saw Luke Land's infuriating face.
"Last night... did you enjoy it?"
He smirked wickedly, eyes fixed on the woman still exuding a scent of desire on the bed.
"None of your business!" Although she didn't know why Luke Land was here or why he was so sure she had slept with Oliver Johnson, Eva Miller, upon hearing Luke Land speak, wanted to throw a pillow at him.
And she did exactly that.
"Get out, I need to change clothes!"
"After being bedded, aren't you going to share your thoughts?"
