The night was silent, heavy with tension.
The sound made Yardley's blood freeze. His ears instantly pricked up.
Soon, light footsteps, accompanied by a faint, unfamiliar perfume, drifted toward the bed.
Yardley's eyes snapped open in the darkness. He didn't dare move a muscle.
His heart skipped a beat, then began hammering in his chest. His blood began to boil once more.
It seemed he wasn't the only one suffering from the drought.
Look at this... she had fought him so hard earlier, only to sneak into his room now.
Ah, women. They really did love to play hard to get.
A smug smile tugged at the corner of Yardley's mouth.
Seconds later, he felt a warm body slide up his leg and throw herself directly onto his chest, wrapping her arms around him tightly.
She was incredibly bold, instantly leaning in to bite his earlobe.
What a hungry little kitten.
Yardley instinctively reached down to grip her waist. But as her lips trailed from his ear to his mouth, her hand immediately dove straight for his waistline...
And right at that moment, alarm bells went off in his head.
The woman's build, the way she moved, even the feel of her lips against his—none of it matched his memory of Scarlett.
Scarlett was coy, shy. She would never be this aggressively forward from the start. She liked to be coaxed, and he loved the satisfaction of drawing her out.
But this woman was entirely too practiced, too aggressive. Even her scent was all wrong. It smelled like...
Click!
Yardley slammed his hand against the bedside lamp.
He was about to tear into her when he noticed the ugly, purple bruises scattered across her face.
Looking closer, he saw more on her arms, shoulders, and neck. She was covered in cuts and bruises.
His tone shifted abruptly. "What... what happened to you? How did you get so hurt?"
Tears spilled down Sylvia's cheeks. She bit her lip hard, took a deep breath, and threw herself to her knees at his feet.
"Yardley, please! Please, you have to let me stay!"
"I'll be your secretary, your maid, your servant... your bedmate... anything! Just don't kick me out."
"If you do... I... I really can't go on... I'd rather just die!"
Sobbing hysterically, she threw her arms around his legs, her entire body trembling violently.
Yardley looked down at her in shock. Seeing her battered and bruised shook him to his core. After a long moment, he leaned down and gently pulled her up from the floor.

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