not in the mood

The moment Glen dragged Wendy onto the bed, she felt it was all over!

"What?   Still not willing?   Who would pay attention to you in the middle of the night?   You better think about how you'll serve me later!"

The sound of a belt buckle being undone filled the room, and Wendy grabbed the lamp on the bedside table and hurled it at his head.

"I'd rather be bitten by a dog than be with you!   Just die with your obsession!"

"You filthy whore, I'll kill you!"   Just as Glen was about to lash out with his belt, he was forcefully kicked over by an immense force.

"Damn it!"   Glen roared and turned to see Dirk's stern face, which sent his anger to its peak.

However, Dirk's cold expression slightly furrowed his brows.   He reached up, removed his glasses, and threw them aside.   In a lightning-fast motion, he threw a punch at Glen, then lifted him with one hand and strode into the living room.   He grabbed a vase from the coffee table and smashed it down on Glen.

At first, Glen could still curse, but eventually, he fell silent.

Wendy sat stunned on the bed, still trying to process everything when Dirk returned.

Wendy sat there, the room in disarray, small items scattered on the floor. The bedside lamp flickered intermittently. Her slightly curled long hair lay in a messy tangle on her shoulders, and her small face, about the size of a palm, bore traces of recent harsh treatment, making her appear somewhat pitiable.

Little did Wendy know that with such a look in her eyes, a man would only want to make her cry beneath him.

Dirk's previously well-pressed shirt bore wrinkles from their recent scuffle. When he wasn't wearing his glasses, his facial features seemed even more severe and unapproachable.

Dirk, originally possessing a cold demeanor, seemed to deliberately restrain his strength as he looked at her in this moment.

"Can you still move?"

Wendy nodded, but her eyes remained fixed on Dirk. He had truly arrived, and she hadn't expected that he would be the one to save her tonight.

If Dirk weren't here, she truly wouldn't know what to do.

"Go pack your things, and then follow my instructions," Dirk said and proceeded to make a phone call.

Glen was crouched on the floor, and the downstairs bodyguard guards, hearing the commotion, came up and saw the situation in the room. "Mr. Dirk? Are you okay?"

Dirk closed Wendy's door, adjusted his cuffs while a strand of hair fell over his forehead. He also loosened his collar, his thin lips pressed tightly together.

Dirk's bodyguards had known him for many years, but they hadn't seen him this angry in a long time.

The elevator opened, and a neighbor from across the hall who had initially intended to say hello took one look at the row of guards outside the door and hastily retreated into their apartment.

Dirk clenched his teeth and, with deliberate steps, approached Glen. "Quite impressive that you can still make me angry. You can count yourself as one who does."

Glen propped himself up with his hands, blood dripping from his forehead onto the white plush carpet.  "Dirk, she's just a woman..."

A tall shadow loomed over him, and Glen felt a twinge of fear.  He had never heard of Dirk resorting to violence!

His scalp stung as Dirk reached for his head, pulling him backward.  Dirk's fine leather shoes also happened to press on his fingers.

"With which hand did you hit her?  How many times did you strike her?  What were you planning to do to her?"  Dirk's words were clearly questions, but he spoke them deliberately, as if each word conjured a vivid mental image before he slowly uttered it.  With each word, his tone grew deeper.

Before Glen could respond, Dirk delivered a swift kick, landing it on his face.  Glen instinctively tried to resist but found himself immobilized.  Not only were his hands pinned under Dirk's foot, but he also saw Dirk pick up a fruit knife from the coffee table.

"Dirk...  you're going to kill me!"

"Hush.  If you frightened her, I might just kill someone for real."

Dirk appeared to be smiling, but his eyes were as cold as ice.

Glen couldn't comprehend it. After all, it was just a one-night stand, and he certainly wasn't Dirk's official girlfriend. Why was Dirk so infuriated over this?

"I promise I won't do it again.  Spare me, and I won't come near her ever!" pleaded Glen.

"It's too late."

What followed was one-sided torment.  The bodyguards muffled Glen's cries with their hands, and through the door's crack, all that was heard were faint gasps and muffled screams from his throat.

Wendy hurriedly packed her things, telling herself to stay calm, but her hands still trembled uncontrollably.

She had no idea what Dirk might do to Glen, but at this point, she just wanted that Glen to go to the police station!  The thought of any trace of him touching her made her nauseous.

After a while, the living room returned to a semblance of calm.  Suddenly, the door swung open, and she instinctively flinched.  She turned to see Dirk standing in the doorway.

"Have you finished packing?"

Wendy nodded.

Dirk came to her side, his shadow elongating behind him.  In the next moment, he enveloped her in his arms, gently running his palm over her hair.  "Don't be afraid.  He won't come back."

With just those words, Wendy's heart strangely settled.

"Okay."

Once again, she got into Dirk's car, but this time, her mood was entirely different.  She didn't even ask where they were going.  She didn't feel ready to return to that home.

"I'll have the bodyguard thoroughly inspect the place, and we'll submit the evidence to the police later."

Wendy squeezed her hand.  "What about Glen?"

"He's been taken to the police station."

Wendy breathed a sigh of relief.  "Should I file a report too?"

"I'll have someone arrange it for you tomorrow."  Dirk glanced at his wristwatch.

Wendy had thought he might send her to a hotel, but it wasn't until they entered an upscale villa district that she realized he was taking her back to his home.

The lights in the foyer turned on, and Dirk's domain opened up to her completely.

Years later, when Wendy looked back on this scene, she couldn't help but feel fortunate that she had chosen to go home with Dirk that night, rather than missing the opportunity.

Dirk's wealth was evident from the moment she stepped inside.   From the entrance to the interior design, it exuded understated luxury, with meticulous attention to detail.

Just the few famous paintings hanging in the foyer and hallway were probably worth more than she could ever afford, even if she sold herself.

Dirk carried her suitcase and walked inside.   "No need to change your shoes."

Wendy followed behind him.   The living room was spacious and decorated in a modern, gray-black style.   It was apparent that Dirk himself didn't spend much time at home.   There were no signs of anyone living there, no sense of a personal touch.

Seeing him taking her suitcase straight upstairs, Wendy quickly followed.

"Mr. Dirk."

Dirk entered a room at the end of the hallway, set down her suitcase, and then turned to look at her.   "You can freshen up."

"Why?   Are you afraid of me?"   Dirk approached her.

"Rest assured, after that fight, I'm not in the mood for Make love to you."

Wendy pursed her lips.   "I meant I'm worried about your girlfriend..."

"Who told you I have a girlfriend?"   Dirk frowned and countered, his gaze meeting her puzzled expression, leaving her momentarily speechless.

"How are the test results?"

"What?"   Wendy was puzzled, not understanding what he meant by that question.

Dirk's cold expression deepened as he looked down at her from a higher vantage point.   "To choose a partner based on Her and Glen unmarried status while neglecting to learn about Glen past, the result of this test, I consider it very foolish."

With that, Dirk brushed past her and entered the master bedroom.

Wendy blinked, realizing he was essentially telling her that her taste was horrendous and that she had recklessly chosen someone with violent tendencies.