Agnes honestly said, “I’m at a department dinner at Flavour Fusion.”
Jared’s voice was cold, obviously tinged with displeasure. “Get your butt home now.”
And with that, he hung up.
Agnes was dumbstruck for half a minute. She returned to her seat and hurriedly said, “Something urgent just came up. I gotta scoot.”
Seeing her rush like that, everyone thought something big must’ve happened, so they didn’t try to stop her.
Agnes left the restaurant and hailed a cab straight back to Silver Oak Villas. It was a standalone garden mansion on a hillside. From the outside, it looked like a palace. The butler was at the door to welcome her. “Madam, you’re back.”
Agnes asked, “Where’s Mr. Whitfield?”
The butler respectfully replied, “He is in his bedroom.”
Agnes quickly headed upstairs to the bedroom. She hesitated at the door for a moment, but in the end, she pushed it open.
To her surprise, the room was empty. The only sign of life was the sound of running water coming from the bathroom.
Jared was taking a shower.
Agnes heaved a sigh of relief and plopped down on the couch, lost in thought. Her gaze drifted towards the bathroom. To be honest, she felt like everything that happened today was like a dream.
The story of her and the man in the bathroom was a whirlwind romance, a long story to tell. But when Agnes married him, she had no idea he was the youngest CEO of the Tim Group and the heir of the Whitfield family, one of the Four Families of Willowbrook.
Almost no one knew he was married.
To this day, Agnes couldn’t understand why Jared chose her. Was, it just because…?
As Agnes was lost in thought, the frosted glass door of the bathroom opened. Jared emerged from the bathroom.
Agnes‘ gaze naturally fell on him.
Jared was only wearing a white towel. He had a great body, no extra fat, his skin was smooth, and he looked refined and handsome. His broad, muscular chest and perfect six–pack abs exuded mature masculine power and charm…
Eor a moment, Agnes was stunned.
Even though there was no privacy between them anymore, Agnes had always kept her eyes closed; she hadn’t dared to really look.
Seeing Agnes‘ dazed expression, Jared said, “Are you satisfied with my body?”
Agnes finally came to her senses, blushing as she turned her gaze away, saying, “I haven’t felt it yet, so I can’t tell.”
After saying that, Agnes wanted to bite her tongue off. What was she saying?
Maybe because of what she had experienced before, Agnes found the current Jared somewhat dangerous, especially seeing that smile at the corner of his mouth.
Jared slowly walked towards Agnes. She could feel the dangerous atmosphere getting closer.
Jared stopped in front of her and said, “Here, give it a try.”
They had sex before, but Agnes had never directly touched his body. Every time, she was in a daze as Jared took control.
Agnes felt as if her fingertips had touched an electric current, unconsciously wanting to withdraw her hand.
But what was supposed to happen, happened…
When Agnes opened her eyes again, it was already 8 in the morning.