It was clear and sunny the next day. The chill in the air had dissipated, while the midsummer atmosphere was getting stronger.

Yuna saw a beautiful picture.

In the picture, she saw their fingers laced. Wesley loved her, and she had nothing to hide from him. They were like any other couple, holding each other tightly cheek to cheek and cuddling up together under the covers, living an ordinary and happy life day after day, without being tired of it.

Somehow, all of a sudden, the wind rose and the clouds began to gather. All the beauty was severely torn by an ugly pair of hands, and her identity as an undercover person was revealed. Wesley abandoned her and held another woman in his arms without hesitation.

She wanted to cry out "no" and explain to Wesley, but found herself choking, as if something had taken her by the throat. She couldn't speak a word; she could only see Wesley walking further and further away with another woman.

After struggling with despair, Yuna suddenly opened her eyes only to find that it was her dream.

A friend of hers who was a doctor in the United States had told her that in most cases, if a person had a dream, they would be either extremely afraid of or longing for everything that occurred in it.

It turned out that she longed for an ordinary life with Wesley, while fearing the day when her identity and secrets were revealed.

Yuna tried to move her body; a kind of indescribable soreness immediately occupied her limbs.

It turned out that the description in the novels was based on reality. Her limbs felt as if they had been disassembled and reassembled, while her sore and painful waist felt as if it had been crushed.

During all those years working for Rowdy, she had been both heavily and lightly injured tons of times. It was the first time for her to feel so weak and tired that she only wanted to lie there for a year, even unwilling to move a finger.

She had been confident in her good health and stamina. To her surprise, Wesley brought her all the discomfort. "What a beast!" Yuna thought.

When she was racking her brain to find a way to retaliate, the bathroom door was suddenly opened. Yuna subconsciously looked over and saw Wesley in a black bathrobe walking out.

His hair became longer those days. His wet uncombed hair looked a little bit messy. Maybe due to his good-looking face, that mess didn't look unkempt, and it gave him a kind of natural charm instead.

The charm and his unpretentious arrogance seemed to be a natural pair. He looked like a born king, with a temperament that could keep others away from him.

Yuna swallowed silently. At that very moment, Wesley looked at her, which made her dizzy at once. She closed her eyes and turned. However, what had happened the previous night began to show up frame by frame in her mind.

She thought she had been lost in a strange world the previous night. It turned out that she remembered it well, including Wesley's passionate kisses and his breaths that had been blown into her ears. She had kept all that in mind, and she would never forget it for the rest of her life.

Yuna thought, "That's not bad. Now that I can't forget, I can memorize it so that I can recall it in the future."

Wesley had never thought that a person like Yuna would be shy. At that moment, however, he saw clearly that Yuna blushed.

Wesley felt an unreasonable sense of joy and walked to the bed. He stared at Yuna with no feelings and feigned a cold look on his face. "We're going back to Glasgow today."

Yuna knew Wesley was approaching, but she didn't dare to open her eyes. She asked in a low voice, "What time?"

"After lunch."

Yuna replied "oh" and said, "It's still early."

Wesley gave her a meaningful smile and asked, "Are you sure?"

Yuna subconsciously looked at the electronic clock on the bedside table, which said it was 10:50 a.m.!

"Damn! I slept so long!" Yuna thought. It had been a long time since she slept that late as she wished, without realizing it after waking up!

Yuna wasn't shy anymore. She looked at Wesley; for a few seconds, she thought she had an illusion-from deep within his eyes, she saw his pride of victory.

"Naive! What's the point of your pride when I slept until now?!" She thought.

Yuna stretched out her fair-skinned slender arm to pick up her blouse on the floor. She wrapped herself in the blouse, of which the buttons had been rudely torn off, and got out of the bed. With a "bang-" sound, she slammed the bathroom door, then she took a spare towel and toothbrush out of the drawer to wash up.

While taking a shower, she saw the dark traces on her neck in the mirror. She touched them with her fingertips, and the voice of Wesley calling her "Yuna..." the previous night suddenly came to her mind.

The low voice was full of his complex feelings for her that she wasn't aware of.

"Did he hide anything from me? Or... Oh, are men all alike under that circumstance?" Yuna thought.

Yuna washed with her mind full of doubts. Outside the bathroom, Wesley stood beside the bed with hands in his pockets, looking at the blood which was like a bright red rose on the white sheet.

From Yuna's awkwardness, he knew that she lacked sex experience. When he saw it himself, he felt an mindless sense of joy, as if the sunshine returned to the sky after long gloomy days, then everything became warm and clear.

In the bathroom, Yuna finished washing up but found that her clothes weren't there, and Wesley had used the bathrobe. After thinking for some time, she wrapped herself in a bath towel.

Before going out, she saw her crimson cheeks in the mirror. She looked like a semi-drunk girl, with her secret love hidden at the bottom of her heart.

"Wesley may have gone downstairs. So, I don't need to be nervous. Just open the door and walk out!" Yuna thought.

With courage, Yuna determinedly pushed open the bathroom door, without expecting to see Wesley walking out of the coatroom.

He had changed his clothes and fixed his hair, looking neat and clean. He seemed like a nobleman who brooked no offense, while the frightened and stunned Yuna looked like his young wife.

He eyed Yuna who suddenly appeared before him from head to toe, and saw a drop of water slide down along her neck and collarbone toward the bath towel. His Adam's apple moved up and down as he swallowed, a strange and familiar desire surging within his body.

Wesley thought, "Damn it!" Then he sneered coldly to hide his inner desire from Yuna. He asked, "Don't you know you're-teasing?"

The biggest contradiction of Yuna was that she was thought-forward and act-conservative. It was her first time to dress herself that way in broad daylight. When she heard the word "teasing", she was stunned as if she had been struck by a bomb. She blankly looked at Wesley and asked, "What?"

Yuna thought, "What kind of person does he regard me as? A brazen and shameless one with no bottom line?"

It was her that had taken an initiative to make a profession of love to Wesley, and it was her that had actively kissed him the previous night. However, it didn't mean that he could humiliate her at will.

For the first time, Yuna stared at Wesley with a sincerity that could make him feel guilty and said, "Don't make me regret what happened last night."

She slammed the door without looking back, then went back to her room and tore off the bath towel to put on her clothes.

After a while, the aunt asked her to have lunch and leave for the airport after the meal. She replied "I'm not hungry" and began to pack up her things without a word.

An hour and a half later, the aunt went to knock at her door again and said, "Miss Xu, Mr. Mu said it's time to leave for the airport."

"I'm coming."

She couldn't lose her temper because they had to return. Yuna took her suitcase, about to leave the room. Due to her injured leg, she had some difficulty walking.

She opened the door and saw Wesley standing there.

Yuna had decided to ignore Wesley. He took the suitcase from her hand very naturally, which was hard for her to refuse. She was glad to be relieved, and walked in front of him. After she went downstairs, she saw Joanne sitting in the living room.

"Joanne?" Yuna became confused. She ran to Joanne and looked at her in surprise. "When did you come?"

"I just arrived." Joanne handed Yuna a bag and said, "I'd like you to take this to Grandma Xu."

Yuna took out the items in the bag and found that those were all supplements for the elderly. She gave Joanne a smile and said, "Thank you." Then she pointed at Joanne's belly and said, "I think..."

"It's bigger now." Joanne said, "Come to attend my brother's wedding a month later, you'll find it bigger than it is now."

Yuna could imagine how happy Joanne's life would be after her two babies were born. She smiled and said, "That's great."

With that, her smile suddenly froze for a second.

Joanne was careful enough to notice that. She asked, "What's the matter?"

Yuna came to herself. She shook her head and said, "I'm fine. Today I'm going back to Glasgow. Joanne, see you next time."

Joanne smiled and said, "See you."

At that moment, both weren't aware that it would possibly be the last time they would ever meet.

Wesley went downstairs with Yuna's suitcase in hand. They walked out of the house together; Joanne got in Winston's car to go back home, while Wesley and Yuna left for the airport.

The villa wasn't far from the airport. The two boarded a private plane through the VIP channel. After two hours, the plane landed at the international airport of Glasgow. Throughout the trip, Yuna didn't say a thing to Wesley.

On the flight from Arlington to Glasgow, Wesley had gradually lost his patience. Before he stepped off the plane, he said with a cold and low voice, "Yuna."

Yuna pursed her lips, looking at Wesley and motioned for him to hurry.

Wesley narrowed his eyes and grabbed Yuna's hands to hold her down on the seat. "Did you forget how to speak?"

Yuna turned her lips into a smile and said with arrogance, "I don't want to talk with you."

Wesley stared at Yuna's lips and said, "Then let's communicate in another way."

Before Yuna could ask what Wesley wanted to do, her lips were suddenly covered by his.

He kissed her with heart and soul. It seemed that he wanted to suck all the air out of her lungs. She tried to struggle but failed because he had trapped her under his hands and body, which made it impossible for her to move.

Yuna thought, "Damn! You're taking advantage of your born strength to bully me. Are you a gentleman?"

Yuna encouraged herself, trying to seek the chance to bite Wesley's lips. However, Wesley saw through her and easily avoided her bite. He kissed her deeply as his punishment, without giving her a single chance.

It wasn't until Yuna was out of breath that Wesley released her.

Yuna was so resentful that she couldn't calm herself down. When she was about to give Wesley a punch, she heard him saying coldly, "Yuna, remember who you are!"

All the anger and unwillingness, as well as the last hint of her pride, were suddenly broken into pieces by Wesley's words.

Yuna seemed dull; she vacantly moved her eyelashes and released her clenched fists at once. She looked like the weak ones who had been knocked down by fate, staring at Wesley resignedly with obedience. Then she slowly lowered her head to hide all the disappointment and sadness in her eyes from him...