In a luxurious hotel, Lydia hurriedly searched for the room number on her phone. She had long golden hair, dressed in a black dress. Unlike her usual preference for a natural look, she wore light makeup today.
Her beautiful and gentle face was adorned with a faint smile of happiness, her heart beating wildly, and her cheeks flushed with excitement.
Today was Lydia and her husband Ron's first wedding anniversary, a very important day for Lydia. Because today, she would truly become Ron's wife!
Yes, although Lydia had been married to Ron for a year, they hadn't had any intimate contact yet. Ron's attitude towards her had always been lukewarm, which made her feel uneasy.
But yesterday, Ron suddenly called and invited her for a date. She believed that everything would be different from today onwards!
Standing at the door of room 306, Lydia took a deep breath, tidied her slightly messy hair, and smiled as she raised her hand to knock on the door.
The door opened, revealing a familiar and handsome face. Though there was a fleeting expression of impatience and disdain in his eyes, Lydia didn't notice it as she apologized.
Ron asked, "Why are you so late?"
"Sorry, there was traffic on the way!" Lydia replied shyly, her face blushing slightly.
In fact, after receiving Ron's call yesterday, she had been so excited that she couldn't sleep all night. She woke up early in the morning, prepared herself, did her makeup, styled her hair, chose the prettiest dress, picked out jewelry to match, and finally, when she was all dressed up, she accidentally ended up being late.
Lydia cautiously raised her gaze and didn't see the usual cold expression on his refined face. She felt relieved in her heart and a hint of sweetness as well.
"Come in, I've been waiting for you for a long time!"
Ron rarely took the initiative to reach out and took Lydia's handbag. Lydia felt warmth in her heart.
The room was already prepared for a candlelight dinner. In the dim light, romantic music played, setting the atmosphere.
Ron handed her a bouquet of vibrant flowers, and Lydia excitedly took them, feeling a surge of happiness she had never felt before.
He was really different now!
Ron pulled out a chair for her, and there were already two glasses of wine poured on the table. Amidst the flickering candlelight, he picked up one of the glasses.
"Lydia, let's toast to celebrate our first wedding anniversary. You've worked hard in the past year, and I will do my best to compensate you and make you the happiest woman in the world."
Lydia's face turned crimson, her long lashes lowered, hiding her shy and expectant eyes. His implications made her heart race like thunder, and she couldn't help but smile.
With a slight smile on her lips, Lydia drank the wine. The slight nervousness from before disappeared, leaving only shyness and beautiful anticipation.
Today, Ron seemed unusually gentle and considerate, making Lydia feel like she was in a dream, like she was in heaven. She shyly looked at the man sitting across from her, feeling a heart full of happiness.
Ron, satisfied, smiled. There was a hint of satisfaction in his eyes, knowing that his plan had succeeded. Even his smile looked genuine. He knew it was time to exit the stage.
So Ron apologized and got up, "Lydia, I need to go to the bathroom."
Saying that, Ron opened the door to leave the room, while Lydia, puzzled, asked, "Isn't there a bathroom in the room?"
"Oh, that seems to be broken. I'll go to the public restroom."
Lydia didn't think much about it and sat in the chair, waiting for Ron to return. What she didn't know was that Ron had already left the hotel and driven away. As he looked back before leaving, there was calculation and coldness in his eyes, but no regret!
As time passed, Ron still hadn't returned, and Lydia became worried. Where did he go to the restroom? Why was it taking so long?
Feeling uneasy, Lydia couldn't help but want to go find him.
Just as she got up, a sudden dizziness made her sit back in the chair.
What's going on?
Lydia rubbed her temples. Although she had an average tolerance for alcohol, she shouldn't have been knocked out by just one glass! Most importantly, an unbearable heat surged from her body, making her mouth dry.
Shaking her head to clear it, Lydia tried to sober up a bit. She needed to find some water to drink.
"Little beauty, where do you think you're going?"
The door of the room suddenly pushed open, and a middle-aged man with a big belly walked in, blocking Lydia's path. His eyes scanned Lydia up and down, and he grinned with extreme satisfaction.
"Who are you?"
The remaining trace of sanity kept Lydia somewhat clear-headed, while her intuition warned her of great danger.
"Of course, I'm here to make you comfortable!" The man's disgusting grin was filled with obscenity. Lydia instinctively took two steps back, watching him warily.
The intense heat made Lydia feel like tearing off all her clothes, yet she remained cautious of the man in front of her. She was in great discomfort.
Where did Ron go? Hurry back!
Unbeknownst to Lydia, her face was now flushed with desire, with a hint of watery shimmer in her eyes, making her look pitiful yet adorable. Sweat formed a thin layer on her fair skin, making her irresistibly enticing.
The man's eyes gleamed with hunger, and he couldn't contain his desire as he lunged towards Lydia.
Panicked and confused, Lydia's head was spinning, her legs weak, rendering her unable to move. She was both anxious and afraid, on the verge of tears.
The man drew closer, his fat hands already grabbing Lydia's collar.
Rip!
The strap snapped.
Lydia's fair shoulder was suddenly exposed, radiating a seductive glow under the light, causing the man's eyes to widen in lust.
In a mix of shock and anger, Lydia found the courage from somewhere and grabbed the bedside lamp, smashing it towards the man.
"Ah... you BIT*H!"
The middle-aged man was hit squarely on the forehead, causing it to split open. Blood streamed down, making his face appear even more ferocious.
"Ron! Ron! Help me!" Lydia screamed loudly, taking advantage of the man's momentary daze to stumble out of the room, with the man closely following.
Lydia ran frantically, darting in all directions.
Crash!
She collided with someone's arms.
The person was tall, estimated to be about six feet three inches, with sharp features carved into a handsome face. His deep-set eyes were cold and indifferent, his thin lips pressed tightly together, exuding an aura of nobility.
But his furrowed brow showed clear dissatisfaction towards the woman who had suddenly collided with him.
"Help!"
