Chapter 8: Anna Jadwin. He remembered her.

Anna Jadwin was dragged into a room and fell onto the sofa, wincing in pain as she rubbed her wrists.

He bent down, his imposing aura evident, and rubbed his thumb against her delicate lips.

As he grazed against her lips, his strong and intense face gradually began to take on a more sensual quality.

Putting his finger in her mouth, he commanded in a terrifyingly cold tone, "Lick."

Why should she? Defiantly, she bit down hard on his finger.

Wayne Bailey gripped her jaw with his other hand, narrowing his eyes, "If you want to be my woman, at least learn to pleasure me first."

Anna Jadwin spit out his finger and was about to speak when he started to undo his zipper.

Her face turned pale-

"Don't want to lick my finger? Don't you want to lick this instead?"

Enraged, Anna Jadwin accused, "Do you know what God's biggest mistake is? It's creating people like you!"

Wayne Bailey watched as her cheeks flushed... recalling the taste of her that night...

"God's mistake is that you have a flaw, and I... am just the person to fill it."

Understanding the implication of his words, Anna Jadwin's cheeks burned even redder.

He was nothing like the restrained and cold demeanor rumored of him, but instead, utterly provocative!

"I'm afraid you bite off more than you can chew!"

"Do you know where you are?" His lips brushed her ear, heat swirling around her, "My territory."

Dare to be arrogant in front of him?

All the fight left Anna Jadwin in an instant, "Let me go..."

Wayne Bailey never cared about other women who approached her, but she was different...

"Questioning my sexual capabilities? I should prove it!"

His hand caressed her shoulder, infatuated.

He frivolously toyed with her, "Not bad, very soft."

"It's all padding, in reality, it's terrible," Anna Jadwin panicked, "Imagine a balloon that's been slowly deflating for half a month..."

Wayne Bailey: "…"

"Or like jelly that's been left out to dry for days..." she said with wide, sincere eyes.

Fascinated by the idea, Wayne Bailey couldn't help but ask, "Do you want me to inspect it?"

Suddenly, the door was knocked on, and Nanny Boltie peeked in, "Mr. Bailey, Master Bailey is looking for Ms. Jadwin."

Feeling a sense of relief, Anna Jadwin pushed Wayne Bailey away and stumbled out the door.

If he were less attractive, his actions would be considered lewd; however, his handsomeness made them come off as domineering.

Watching her fleeing figure, his eyes were filled with dark desire.

He licked the finger that she had bitten, his mouth curving into a wicked, charming smile...

...

Anna Jadwin walked through the hallway, angrily wiping her lips of his taste.

She already had Maxwell Cameron in her heart, and she wouldn't marry someone else.

Although Wayne Bailey was indeed very handsome...

At the end of the hallway, Master Bailey - a gentlemanly old man dressed in a black tailcoat and leaning on a diamond-headed cane - was waiting for her. Seeing his face, Anna Jadwin gasped in surprise...

Half a year ago, she saw an old man collapse in a street garden, his body convulsing and on the verge of shock. Out of kindness, she had helped him open his medicine box and fed him a pill-

"Ms. Jadwin, I've been waiting for you for a long time. Come to grandpa."

...

Wayne Bailey stood by the window, his face cold and chiseled.

He was dressed in a British-style long coat, embroidered with the Bailey family emblem.

The large arched windows were adorned with heavy curtains, casting shadows on the moonlit flowers.

He swiped open his phone, and watched a video of Anna Jadwin's provocative side profile:

[I'm sorry, but I'm afraid you'll have to go to heaven to find it.]

He swirled his wine glass with an arrogant tilt of his jaw.

Unconsciously, the corner of his mouth curled into a reckless, wicked grin, brimming with interest-

Anna Jadwin. He had memorized her now.