C2 The Socalled Adultery!

The intense male presence enveloped Juno, a scorching aura at the tip of her nose. She was pinned down on the bed, her body aching as if it were being torn apart. Her consciousness was clouded, adrift in a sea of desire, oscillating between pleasure and pain.

"Beep beep beep—"

The alarm blared, jolting Juno awake from her dream, her body sore and exhausted.

From the bathroom came the sound of running water, and through the glass door, the silhouette of a man's strong physique was faintly visible.

Juno's blood ran cold. Had she... slept with this man last night?

The water ceased, and Zorin emerged, drying the droplets from his hair with a towel. He caught sight of Juno's dazed expression, her pale collarbone marked with telltale red.

Zorin approached and took her wrist, inhaling her fresh scent, though his eyes were drawn to the striking red stain on the bed.

Her skin was porcelain, delicate and inviting, her wrists slender and elegant.

"Why? Having second thoughts? You were the one who came to me last night," Zorin remarked, aware it was her first time. He produced a check from his suit jacket. "Fill in any amount you want. Consider it compensation."

His tone was crisp and to the point, yet it sent a shiver through Juno, clutching the bedding to her chest.

"I told you, I'm not a prostitute. There's no need for you to insult me like this," she said, biting her lip.

Juno wanted to lash out, but she couldn't deny her role in last night's events.

Suppressing the rage bubbling within her, she got up without a word and began to dress, tidying her disheveled hair.

"There's no insult here. This is simply what a gentleman does," Zorin replied, pocketing his pen. His gaze lingered on her delicate, fair ankle, adorned with a small silver bell, which he playfully stroked with his fingertip.

The unexpected touch made Juno instinctively pull back her leg, her eyes wide with a mix of fear and caution, reminiscent of a doe in the woods.

Zorin smirked and, in a swift move, pressed down on her, trapping her within his strong embrace. "What's wrong? Scared of me now? You were quite eager in bed last night."

Juno glared at him with intense fury, yet her lips remained tightly sealed, refusing to speak. She quickly averted her gaze, refusing to look at him any longer.

Zorin's lips quirked in amusement. He had encountered countless women who flaunted themselves before him, each one seeking to capture his attention.

The woman before him was indeed appealing and sufficiently pristine, yet she held no value to him.

A woman reduced to a plaything lost all allure, becoming nothing more than a listless bird trapped within a cage.

"Your little game of cat and mouse won't work on me. I'll be keeping the check," Zorin remarked, inhaling the subtle scent that lingered on her. Her youthful, innocent features were almost too delicate to mar.

But Zorin's interest in her ended there. As a businessman, he never engaged in unprofitable deals. He enjoyed the spectacle but refused to foot the bill for such a poorly scripted drama.

Juno was internally distressed, yet she remained silent until the man pushed the door open and departed.

The suit jacket left on the bed carried a faint cologne and tobacco scent, echoing the man's own description of his charm.

Suddenly, the hotel suite door was violently thrust open from the outside!

Calen, his face bruised and battered, hobbled in. Upon seeing Juno, his eyes blazed with fury, as if he could strangle her on the spot!

"I really thought you had some decency! You go out to meet some random man and won't even lend a hand to your own brother. Juno, do you even have a conscience?"