Duncan had learned from his conversation with Mireille earlier that


    Larry was her college ssmate. After graduating, Larry has been


    helping out at the Tanner Group Pharmacy. Mireille admitted that


    Larry had been pursuing her, but she considered him only as a


    brother. Now that his men had crippled Larry, Duncan was sure that Mireille would be angry.


    “Boss… I…”


    “Never mind, she’ll be mine soon anyway. Use your brain more in the future!” Duncan angrily hung up


    the phone.


    At that moment, Mireille’s phone screen lit up beside the pillow.


    Duncan picked up the phone and tried to unlock it. Surprisingly, there was no password set. It was a


    text message from Brian: [Mireille,e back quickly. I was wrong. I shouldn’t have scolded you!]


    Duncan closed the message, checked the call logs, and found no significant contact between Mireille


    and Nash’s side. When he investigated Mireille secretly back then, he found out that she ha visited


    Royal Bay twice to deliver herbs but quickly left afterward.


    Leaning against the headboard, Duncan went through Mireille’s photo


    album. It contained many sensual photos of Mireille, but they were


    not explicit. Looking at Mireille’s gentle and sweet smile, Duncan gently closed his eyes.


    The bathroom door opened. Duncan immediately exited the photo


    gallery and ced the phone back in its original position.


    Wrapped in a towel, Mireille shyly made her way toward the bed. Her pure white shoulders were


    exposed and resembled wless marble under the gentle light. Biting her lip, she slowly opened her


    arms. The towel slipped to the floor.


    Duncan’s head felt like it had exploded at the sight of her perfect


    body. How was her figure so wless? There was no hint of excess


    flesh on her slender waist and the skin was so delicate. The woman


    before him was beyond what perfection was.


    The man’s gaze upon her was intense. He swallowed hard and pulled. Mireille onto the bed, pouncing


    on her like a ravenous beast.


    It was… a night of passionate indulgence.


    The next day, morning sunlight shone through the curtain’s seams, illuminating Mireille’s face. They


    were marked with tear stains.


    She slowly opened her eyes, and her once clear and vibrant gaze appeared unusually dim. The


    warmth and sweetness that used to


    grace her face were now reced with a coldness.


    Duncan’s arm that was draped over her tightened slightly. Mireille’s expression softened as she turned


    toward him and gently kissed his


    lips. Then, she nestled in his embrace like a little cat.


    The corners of his lips curled up slightly as he held the soft, fragrant


    beauty in his arms. “Want to sleep a bit more?” he askedzily, voice


    maic.


    The woman in his arms trembled slightly before she lifted her head to nce at Duncan. She quickly


    looked back down, her voice as soft as


    she whispered, “You… you’re awake too?”


    Her voice was delightful, tender, charming, and ever so slightly


    enchanting. It was clear and loud yet gentle and soft. Coupled with the shy expression on her face,


    Duncan’s desire red up instantly.


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    Feeling the warmth on her legs, Mireille blushed so hard as if the


    veins in her face had burst.


    Breath hot and quick, Duncan hoarsely asked, “Mireille, can we go


    another round?”


    Now he finally understood the meaning of the ancient poem: [Short is


    the night, high the sun at dawn; henceforth the emperor need not rise


    early].


    Mireille bit her lip, her gaze extremelyplicated. “Last night, we


    both drank too much…”


    “But I am sincere. Now you are my woman, I will treat you well for the


    rest of my life!” Duncan held Mireille’s smooth body tightly as he


    professed with the utmost sincerity.


    “You doubted mest night, didn’t you?” Mireille replied with a touch.


    of sadness.