Midnight Secret

Click.

There was the sound of buckling a belt in Judie Ernst's ears. She frowned and rolled over, with a painful look on her face.

"Charles," she called her newly-married husband, subconsciously.

No response.

Rustling kept disturbing her.

Judie opened her heavy eyelids and saw the light of dawn. The spacious hotel suite was dim since the interior lights were all out. Near a sofa that was two meters away, stood a well-built man. He was putting on clothes with his back to her.

Judged from his movement, he was buttoning his shirt.

The man was tall. His back was like a mountain to Judie even he was far from her.

All of a sudden, Judie snapped out of her stupor and got up quickly from the bed. The movement stretched her wound somewhere and made her face go white.

However, she had no time to care about the pain.

"Who are you?" Her voice was trembling.

When she woke up, she found herself in a room with a strange man putting on his clothes, instead of her husband.

That made her breathless.

She was pretty sure that the man was not her husband Charles Shield, because her husband was disabled and used a wheelchair to get around. However, this man was standing upright before her.

Besides, his legs were exceptionally long.

The man stopped buttoning but did not look back.

After a few seconds, he rushed to the hallway, took a mask from the closet and put it on his face. He grasped the doorknob and was going to leave.

At this movement, Judie had already jumped out of the bed and rushed to grasp his shirt, "Who are you? Why are you in my room? Where is Charles?"

The profound-eyed man turned around and grasped her slim wrist. He looked down at her without bowing his head and said, "How do I know where your husband is?"

He spoke the language of Z country with an accent of M country. He spoke every word right, but they did not sound like a person from Z country.

"Let go of me!" She couldn't help but tremble and try to get rid of him when his extremely warm hand touched her skin.

Bang!

The man pushed her hard against the dressing mirror, then pressed her legs with his knees and grasped her wrists. She could not move at all.

"What are you doing, you jerk? Go away!"

The man's face got closer to hers. Judie was overwhelmed by his strong masculine scent. Her heartbeat accelerated. She wanted to get rid of him but was completely constrained.

As a married woman, she felt humiliated and shamed. Thus, she struggled harder.

However, that did not help at all.

"Come on! You were so tame last night. Why are you like a little wild cat with its paws out now?"

When she heard it, her mind went blank, and she ceased to struggle.

She raised her head and looked at him. He was tall. She was now barefoot, and her head could only reach as high as his Adam's apple. Under his chestnut short hair was a mask that covered two-thirds of his face, his sexy and chilly lips, and his masculine jaw.

Judie couldn't help but feel frightened by this masked face.

She took a deep breath and smelled a minty aroma, so light and refreshing.

It smelled like that of Charles.

"What did you mean? Why are you in my room?" She regained her consciousness.

"Ha!" The man smiled sarcastically, "Girl, I mean, the man in your bed last night was me."