8. Isn’t it you want something from me that’s why you following up here ?

Wen Yu awoke once more.

She found herself leaning against Louise Luo's shoulder, his huge palm resting on her waist. Inhaling his scent—sandalwood with a dash of aftershave—was as soothing as a potent antidepressant.

Louise Luo was on the phone.

His tone was low but firm.

Receiving a call in the infusion room was unprofessional, but his intelligence shone through, enthralling the young women surrounding him. Those stares have the power to change Lawyer Louise.

Louise Luo realized Wen Yu was awake as she ended the conversation.

Her pale cheeks had turned a delicate pink, a post-sleep shine adding an innocent appeal that was highly seductive to males.

"Are you planning to lean on me indefinitely?" Louise Luo inquired flatly.

Wen Yu hurriedly straightened up, blushing.

Louise Luo looked at her as he picked up his coat and pocketed his phone. "I'll take you home."

Wen Yu was embarrassed to bother him, but Louise Luo was adamant.

He received a phone on the way, briefly addressing it before informing Wen Yu,

"I need to pick up a fax at my apartment."

"I'll drop you off as soon as I get it.

Wen Yu hesitated.

A woman going to a single man's apartment implied something she understood, but soon she self-mockingly thought: someone like him didn't need to employ such methods!

Wen Yu didn't voice her concerns, but it was as good as agreeing.

Louise Luo's apartment was in a prime location in the heart of City B, approximately 2000 square feet, luxuriously decorated like a showroom.

Louise Luo asked Wen Yu to wait in the living room and headed to his study.

After receiving the fax, attending to some work, Louise Luo was about to take Wen Yu home when his phone rang.

A distinct ringtone reserved for someone.

Louise Luo's expression shifted slightly, tensing up as he fished out the phone. It was that person's call.

After a while, he hung up.

The other side, somewhat proud, didn't call back again.

Louise Luo's mood worsened; he took out a bottle of strong liquor.

After two and a half drinks, he stood by the floor-to-ceiling window, silently gazing into the dark night…

Wen Yu waited outside for a long time.

At first, she heard the sound of a fax machine from inside, but after Louise Luo's phone rang, all went silent.

Due to worried, she gently pushed open the study door.

Louise Luo stood facing away.

Wen Yu couldn't see his face, but his back exuded loneliness.

A woman's intuition told her that Louise Luo's heart belonged to someone else, and now he was reminiscing about that person.

Not wanting to disturb, she attempted to leave quietly.

"Stop!"

From behind, came Louise Luo's slightly hoarse voice.

Wen Yu's body stiffened, and then she was gently embraced.

Louise Luo delicately nibbled at her slender neck, his warm breath tickling her ear.

"You came here, didn't you, wanting something with me?"

Wen Yu couldn't deny it.

A voice inside her warned that Louise Luo's current emotions were unstable; even if they slept together, he might not acknowledge it afterward.

But she felt powerless, unable to resist.

The night was alluring.

On the 24th floor of the luxurious downtown apartment, Wen Yu's delicate wrist was pinned high against the glass by Louise Luo.

Louise Luo was adept at tormenting, those subtle maneuvers nearly driving Wen Yu insane.

Despite being slightly intoxicated, he scrutinized her with a clear gaze, noticing her captivated expression.

But Wen Yu didn't experience his possession.

With hazy eyes and slightly parted lips, her voice husky, she asked,

"Louise Luo… what's wrong?"

Louise Luo's eyes cleared of any desire.

Stepping back, he said coldly, "Miss Wen, I had a bit too much to drink. I've lost control."

Wen Yu's face turned unusually pale, embarrassed beyond words.