"Get your hands off—release me!"

She struggled violently against the man.

"Ahhh—"

The fierce assault had left her crying out in alarm.

The horrified woman detected a familiar scent right then.

Knowing from whom this familiar enchanting scent belonged, she was astonished.

Mu Yazhe?

She turned her head back, but before she could look up, the man dipped his head and sealed her lips.

His tongue entered her mouth cavity to claim it.

With his lips on hers and their breaths intertwined, the man let out a soft moan.

Her eyes widened.

She could see his handsome face clearly in the faint moonlight which shone through the windows.

His eyes, filled with wrath, were cast on her face.

It was just that his gaze seemed somewhat sharp.

Why was it him?!

Her initial surprise turned to gloom when she belatedly detected the sharp anger in his eyes.

He seemed… to be angry?

Still, he did not give her any room for thoughts as he trapped her in his embrace, claiming her in that position.

He was so fierce and urgent that she could not help but be taken over by the sensual feeling. Their lovemaking filled the room with a lusty scent.

He wanted her like mad.

How long had it been since they last made love?

He could no longer remember.

All he remembered was how much he wanted to smash the desktop while watching the reality show, 'The Love Diary'.

Just recalling his woman shyly feeding another man a spoonful of food in front of the camera in that show had his anger instantly welling up in his chest with nowhere to vent.

Upon knowing that she would be attending Milan Fashion Week, he specifically ordered his assistant to pick out a gown from Louis Vuitton's headquarters and send it to her.

She ended up wearing a revealing gown instead of the one he had sent over, though.

This made him even more furious.

Did this woman not know that he allowed no one else but himself admire her beauty?

Everything of hers, be it beauty or sweetness, should only be enjoyed by him alone.

Unfortunately, she actually revealed her goodness to others.

He was livid!

Knowing which hotel she was staying at, the man went there and rang the doorbell. No one opened the door, though.

He started feeling worried in that instant.

He thought, What if she's met some sort of danger or even been taken advantage of?

Still relatively new to the industry, she was quite naïve about the dangers of this Fashion Week.

He, on the other hand, knew very well about the unspoken rules involved with it.

He often received invitations to the event even before and attended some of it in fact.

Even if those artists did not have the guts to initiate anything, the top management of some companies would make them do so.

If the artist refused, then they would be coerced into doing it.

Most did not know that Fashion Week's hidden side was brimming with much obscenity.

Only after he had entered her hotel room with the keycard given to him and failed to see anything suspicious did his heart finally settle.