Monroe Olivia, dressed in a snow-white suit, stood by the window, watching the woman in front of her give her a strange smile, mutely mouthing the words: "You can't beat me."
What followed was as if a nightmare - the woman jumped from the window.
It was supposed to be her engagement day, and she had become a killer.
Her fiance, holding the bloody woman, declared that she should pay with her life.
The Monroe family severed ties with her and drove her out of the house.
The court's final sentence of eight-year's imprisonment signified her prime years would be spent in jail...
Her future life was a bleak one.
Coldness, spreading from her extremities, made her shiver.
She woke up with a start.
"Are you planning to spend the night in the bathtub?"
A deep voice tinged with teasing, but mostly it was tinged with impatience.
The handsome man stood with his arms folded across his chest, declaring his dominion.
"I accidentally...fell asleep." Olivia stuttered in response, her gaze involuntarily evasive.
The man's perfectly built body was wrapped in a bath towel, just covering his lower abdomen...
His skin was wheat-colored, toned muscles subtly undulating, neither too much nor too little - it was just right.
Olivia was nervous, her head drooping, "I...I'll be ready soon."
"I don't have time to wait for you!" The man muttered as he bent down to lift Olivia out of the bathtub. At their initial skin contact, he almost threw her out in surprise, "Damn!"
The water had already cooled and the chill had penetrated her to the bone.
Cursing under his breath, the man grabbed a clean towel and hastily rubbed her down. Making his way into the bedroom with her in his arms, he dumped her onto the white bed, "Get under the blanket and don't come out until you're warm!"
Stunned from the sudden drop, Olivia was still in a daze.
"Quickly!" he was getting irritated by her lack of movements. "You are as cold as an ice sculpture, what am I supposed to do? Necrophilia?"
Olivia was speechless.
She obediently crawled under the blanket, watching the man's retreating figure as he filled a glass with red wine. Broad shoulders tapered down to narrow hips, the sight of his back was tantalizingly sexy.
He was a man so perfect, it left no room for challenges.
Domineering, hot-tempered and toxic-tongued.
Her gaze dropped down, and the intoxicating aroma of the red wine filled her nostrils.
"Stop sulking. I made you a free woman by getting you out of jail. You have to pay some dues, don't you?" the man held the wine in his hand, with Olivia looking downward she didn't notice the teasing smile that graced his lips.
"Mm, you're right." Olivia bit her lip, making no attempt to argue.
This was not a strong-arm deal, but a mutually agreed upon arrangement.
He rescued her from jail, in return she became his woman.
Based on the man's intentions, it seemed he wanted to keep her as his mistress.
Yet, Olivia had no intentions of being kept. Moreover, until now, she has not even learned the man's name.
So, this was just a transaction of hormones between the sexes.
She still had a lot to do. Having spent a night with him, she'd already repaid this favor and was ready to slip away quietly.
"Have a drink." The man's melodious voice suggested, swinging a glass of red wine before her eyes.
"I don't want to..." she was afraid that drinking would cause unforeseen trouble.
The man narrowed his eyes. Every time he made this little expression, Olivia's heart involuntarily leaped, feeling like she was facing a ferocious beast.
Strange, she hardly knew the man she had met only eight hours ago, but she had keenly observed his emotional changes.
"I want you to drink," the man was domineering and ostentatious.
"I really don't want to drink."
For the past twenty years, Olivia had been living in tolerance: tolerating her foster parents' hypocrisy, tolerating the ridicule from her schoolmates; tolerating... the betrayal of her fiance.
In the end, tolerance had led her into jail.
She was not this man's dog, she wouldn't obey whatever he commanded!
