The sound of the newcomer interrupted his silence, he turned his handsome profile slightly to turn his cold, glittering eyes toward the woman who had just entered. He was holding a hairpin in his hand and gently twirling it with his long, nimble fingers.
Damon Tuoba was the only heir to the Tuoba family. He was an elusive person. The media rarely revealed his private information, and the only photo that the public had ever scene was an old one from the military that was posted in a weekly magazine.
It was said that the mysterious young man's bravery was unmatched, and all sorts of rumors about him were mainstays in online forums and tabloids.
Such a man was like the sun in the sky, so bright that it hurt the eyes and just as unreachable.
Hidden in the cloak of darkness, he didn't say anything.
"No one is here?" Sheryl felt a little relieved by the lack of answer, but she kept biting her lip worriedly.
Once she had signed the agreement, there was no way out for her.
Sheryl frowned and summoned up the courage to ask once more, "Is there really no one here? I'm here to..."
Damon dropped the hairpin and finally turned, throwing a frigid glare toward the intruder and sauntering toward the woman.
"Get out!" he ordered.
Sheryl jumped in surprise at the snarl, and unease filled her.
This deal had turned her into nothing but a tool for giving birth.
She had been ordered to stay in the room for three consecutive days, and she couldn't break any of her employer's requirements.
Then, she would have to stay at the villa until she finally gave birth to a baby.
She hated the arrangement, but she had no choice.
She had meant to wait quietly for the night to pass. Even if nothing had happened, no one would find out, right?
Gradually, a strange sound drifted to her ears.
"What's wrong with you?" Sheryl asked in surprise. "Are you not feeling well? Do you need me to call someone..."
"Shut up!" Damon growled between gritted teeth.
Her heart skipped a beat.
"Get out of here!" In the next moment, a tall figure loomed menacingly over her, his cold and overwhelming aura making her feel cornered like prey.
"The door was locked from outside when I came here. I can't open it now," Sheryl explained, stumbling over the words. In the next second, a hard, cruel hand grasped her chin, drawing a wince of pain from her lips.
"You want to sleep with me, don't you?" His cold, sarcastic tone felt like a slap in her face.
Sheryl's eyes narrowed, and she fell back into the habit of biting her bottom lip with her teeth.
"It seems that you know nothing, so violate the contract! I quit!" As soon as Sheryl finished her words, a pair of large, strong hands painfully clamped her shoulders.
She wanted to push the man away, but then he gripped her soft hands in his.
"Ah!" A small scream escaped her as she was slammed against the wall.
No matter how hard she struggled, the hands encircling her waist didn't budge. Instead, they slowly traveled up her spine, as if making the owner familiar with her body.
Her eyes wide open in the darkness, Sheryl yelled, "What are you doing? Do you want to kill me? Let me go! Help!"
However, her scream didn't stop him.
"Let me go! It hurts!" Her breath was caught in her throat. "You evil man! It hurts! I quit! I'm leaving!"
She didn't know what kind of man she had offended.
"Do you want to leave now?" the man drawled in her ear, and the hands gripping her slackened. Damon watched as Sheryl wrenched herself from his grasp and made a dash for the closed door.
The man slipped a strong arm around her slim waist as she launched a desperate attempt to leave the room. "You stupid woman, only now you want to leave? Well, it's too late."
Then, his arm tightened, bringing her closer to his body.
"You will beg me..."