Oh No! The Pure Romance Turned Steamy!

On the day I entered my contract marriage with Brian Janson, a flood of comments suddenly flashed before my eyes.

[No…! The villainess is going to ruin the male lead’s purity!]

[The CEO’s first time should belong to the heroine! Shameless woman, get off his waist right now!]

[Are they going to do it or not? I’m on a tight schedule.]

[Come on, have some loyalty to the main couple!]

[If Brian knew he wouldn’t be able to give Quincy the ‘pure, untouched version’ of himself in the future, he’d probably drown in guilt.]

Pure, untouched version?

Sorry. I was born a villain, and making trouble is what I do best.

So while Brianwas drunk, I leaned in without the slightest bit of guilt.

The comments exploded again.

[It’s over. They look like they’re about to get married for real!]

[Am I seeing things? Did the male lead just… smile?]

The comments were still flashing nonstop.

Before I could sort out my thoughts, a low groan rose from beneath me.

A moment later, Brian Janson’s voice came through. He sounded drunk, embarrassed, and annoyed. “Get off.”

The comments went wild again:

[Ohhh. “Get off,” huh? Afraid the villainess will notice that tent you’re pitching?]

[Cold water is not saving you tonight!]

[Nooo. He is tainted. How can the male lead feel desire for anyone who is not the heroine!]

The showerhead in my hand kept dripping cold water.

The man in the bathtub was drenched. His shirt clung to him, outlining every curve of his chest. Water beaded on his lashes.

Some of the haze had lifted from his dark eyes. He was staring at me with surprising clarity.

“I just wanted to help you sober up with a bath,” I said.

As for falling right on top of him, that really had been an accident.

[Smooth. The villainess lives up to her title. In the novel she made him soak in ice water all night!]

[Thank goodness our sweet heroine found the CEO in time and brought him back to her room. Otherwise he would have gotten sick for sure!]

A prickle of guilt crept in, and the comments only made me more curious.

Our room was on the second floor.

Who would come looking for him in the middle of the night?

I still had not moved. Brian’s face kept turning redder.

He turned his head away. His voice dropped. “Hannah Lewis, you don’t even like me… Why do you have to… toy with me like this?”

The sudden and very clear reaction beneath me made my face heat up.

He seemed to lose control again.

His large hand wrapped around my calf and slid upward toward the hem of my soaked dress. His breath was hot. He leaned in, almost kissing me without thinking.

Right then, someone knocked on the glass door.

A crisp young girl’s voice came from outside. “Brian, are you in there?”

It was Quincy Sanders, the Janson family’s adopted daughter.

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