Apartment No.1, the apartment where Wesley lived, developed by the Lambert Group Property Agency, was allegedly the most luxurious and the safest apartment in Glasgow.

Yuna had looked it up. She found out that there were three security scans all the way from the entrance of the building to the apartment.

Of course, all scans were done automatically and would not cause any inconvenience to the residents.

Yuna was impressed by the thoroughness of the developer. For those who were willing to spend a fortune on this kind of luxurious apartment, time must be precious. Like Wesley, he would not have the patience to stop and to cooperate with any manually performed security scans, like those in the airport.

However, as far as she knew, the security procedures in the apartment were all invented by MJ Technology. Wesley wouldn't ask for troubles himself.

In this velvet dark, the black Land Rover parked in front of Apartment No.1, like a beast in ambush.

"Get off." Wesley ordered coldly.

Yuna was like stuck in the co-driver's seat, motionless, "What's the plan? Tell me first."

Wesley glanced at Yuna obliquely. "Does she really not understand, or does she pretend not to understand?"

The corner of his mouth curved up, "Go up. Let's talk."

"Talk?"

Yuna got off the car, muddleheaded. She sensed that Wesley meant something else by saying "talk".

After the pupil scan, the door of the entrance opened automatically. In front of the elevator door was a palm print scanner. Wesley put his hand up against the pad and the door opened.

Entering the elevator, the last security scan started automatically. Any possession of controlled cutters or explosive goods would stop the elevator and trigger the alarm system in the security room.

As the elevator was going up, Yuna could hear the sound of the scanner running. She glanced at Wesley, "You can only sleep peacefully if you live in this kind of place, right?"

There were many people in Glasgow who wanted to kill Wesley, not to mention the entire world of darkness. Yuna was very suspicious that this apartment was originally built for Wesley.

Wesley never answered this kind of meaningless questions. He stepped out right after the door opened. In the meantime, Yuna's phone rang.

It was an unknown number displayed on the screen. Yuna picked up with questions, "Hello?"

"It's me, Leo." A gentle male voice came through the phone. "Um... I just want to ask you... are you home? Nothing much." An articulate barrister showed appeared to be a bit nervous.

What does it mean for a man to make this call after the first meeting?

--I have feelings for you. If you feel the same way, maybe we can give it a shot.

Yuna was surprised but also troubled. She went to see Leo just so that her grandmother could be relieved. Leo was nice, but she had never thought about getting into a relationship.

They were completely different. She couldn't drag down a young and successful man.

She should have made it clear with Leo. But when she saw Wesley, who was swiping the room key to open the door, she changed her tone and sounded soft and gentle. "Not yet. Still got work."

"What takes you so long?" Leo was concerned and said jokingly, "Your boss is a monster."

"Yep, you're right. He has everything but humanity." Yuna was excited as if she met someone who could resonate with her. "Oh right, are you home?"

Leo was silent for a short while. He chuckled, and said with his soft voice, "I am home already."

As long as Yuna found something in common, she could be friends with that person. She asked that question out of courtesy but obviously, Leo took it the wrong way. Biting her lips, Yuna didn't know how to make it clear with Leo.

Wesley turned, and saw Yuna standing by the door and feeling sweet and tangled. He slightly squinted - He knew who the caller was.

Yuna felt cold while struggling. She looked up subconsciously and saw the dangerous gaze from Wesley. A chill ran over her back. "Oh, great then. I need to get back to work. See you." She said to Leo.

As soon as she hung up, her phone was taken away by Wesley. He flipped through her calling record. Just as he had assumed, there was no caller ID from the call just now.

He looked at Yuna, laid back, "It was your date."

"Yeah, so?" Yuna raised her chin. "But then again, it's none of your business. Give me back my phone!"

"None of my business?" Wesley squinted, intimidatingly. He came closer to Yuna, "I told you explicitly to remember who you are when I got off the plane, remember?"

"On the contrary, I remember it very well." Yuna smiled. "But apart from the relationship of employer and employee, it's just purely sexual between us. I am okay with us being sex partners, but that doesn't mean that you can interfere with my social life."

Yuna took back the mobile phone lightly, and saved Leo's number. She smiled and said, "You have no ground and you are nobody."

He's nobody to her. It's none of his business about whom she talked to.

The last sentence completely angered Wesley.

"Bang!" The security door was slammed. Yuna's shoulders were firmly clammed by his hands.

The next thing she knew was her being pressed against the door, her lips were forcibly opened and kissed by Wesley in a possessive way out of rage.

The room was a mess.

...

When it ended, Yuna was exhausted. But the man, who clamped her, was still like a beast and warned, "Yuna, I am telling you. As my woman, you better know my 101 rule - Stay away from other guys!"

"..." Yuna looked at Wesley weakly. Her mind was filled with the scene of his plunder. She swore in her mind. "That monster!"

"Your Mr. Han, the lawyer." Wesley spoke in a plain tone that sounded murderous. "If I see you have any connection with him ever again, I promise he will vanish from the political and legal sector in Glasgow the next day."

"Wesley, who do you think you are?" Yuna was still panting, "You've said that you can't give me love. So besides the thing that we just did, what else are there? We have no future. Who do you think you are to stop me... Hmm...?"

Wesley kissed on Yuna's lips, and unreasonably stopped her from saying the rest of her words.

"Future, she said?

"Ha, she's a bit too involved, isn't it? She's a spy and he's her target. And now she thinks about having a future with her target?

"What has Rowdy taught her after all these years she has been working for him?"

Yuna struggled with every effort. Nonetheless, she couldn't overpower Wesley. Wesley clamped her arms and legs and carried her back to the room. Pressing her, he looked down at her.

...

Yuna calmed down, and heard Wesley, "I am Wesley. And you can only listen to my words."

Every word that he said was presumptuous, yet, it sounded light and gentle. He was born to be the king, a king who didn't need any approval from the others.

He was right, Yuna could not and would not refute.

Another round of shamelessly hearty kisses was coming all over Yuna unannounced. For a few moments, Yuna had this feeling that everything was endless between them.

...

The next day, the sunlight poured into the room through the thick curtains. When Yuna woke up, her body was sore, and she got a headache.

In a daze, she wanted to turn around. But she was like being trapped under a fence, unmovable and stifled.

She opened her eyes, and the first thing she saw was Wesley's face.

He lay prone on the bed with his eyes closed. Unlike during the day, he didn't look scary or gloomy. He slept in a laid back and non-defensive pose, and his face bathed in the morning light, looking softer and gentler.

However, he couldn't press her under him no matter how good he looked, right?

She could look past the fact that he held down her leg, but his hand was on her chest! Damn, did he have any idea that a 6-feet guy like him was very heavy?

Yuna tried to move again, but it didn't work. So she moved his hand away from her chest.

The moment she grabbed his wrist, he immediately clasped her hands. Wesley was like a beast that had been awakened suddenly, pressing her swiftly and deftly.

When Yuna looked at Wesley in his eyes, she saw his murderous look, which was not a look that a person who had just woke up should have.

Yuna struggled a bit, "It's me!"

Wesley frowned, but his hands had unconsciously loosened, "What did you fiddle with just now?"

"It was you who was fiddling!" Yuna rolled her eyes. "Your arms and legs were all over me. I just wanted to move your arm away to catch some breath. Who knows you would be this overreacted?"

Nevertheless, it's not surprising. People like Wesley must have always been alerted and defensive. But he was so vigilant even in sleep. Perhaps... he never slept well?

Yuna glanced at Wesley, and saw slight anger from his slightly frowned brows and in his eyes.

He's not a morning person?

Yuna knew that once Wesley lost his temper, it would be a huge disaster. She wanted to get off the bed lightly and stay away from the treacherous zone. But before she could land on the ground, Wesley yelled, "Get back!"

She had to look back and beamed, "Brother Wesley, what's the matter?"

"What time is it?" Wesley frowned. It was like he could lose it anytime soon.

Yuna looked at the time, "Almost nine."

Something came to Wesley's mind. He opened the drawer of the nightstand, took out an ointment, and tossed it to Yuna, "take it; it's for you."

"What's this?"

Wesley asked her back meanly, "You can't read?"

He walked into the bathroom, looking pissed, which assured Yuna that he was definitely not a morning person. She looked at the the ointment and read the instruction which was written in French. It was for scar removal.

She remembered the scar on her forehead.

When she knew that there would be a scar on her face, she told herself optimistically that it's okay. She was willing to have the scar for Wesley. It didn't matter.

She thought that Wesley wouldn't care about this kind of trivial matter. But, he prepared the ointment for her?

Yuna was satisfied by his little gesture. When she carefully put the ointment into her purse, she accidentally touched a small medicine bottle.

Yesterday, she became stiff when she saw Joanne's bump. It was because it reminded her of the morning-after pills. She then hurriedly bought it and took it, but she didn't know how long that would last. Just in case, she might as well just take one more today.

When Wesley came out of the bathroom, he saw Yuna was swallowing the pill.

He had a bad feeling. He walked towards Yuna and looked at her somberly, "What are you taking?"

Yuna pointed to the white medicine bottle on the nightstand and asked him back, "Can't you read?"

The word 'Morning-after pills' was clearly and offensively printed on the bottle. How would he not know?

The anger burst inside of Wesley's heart and the rage was running all over in his body.

After a long time, he would realise that why he had been so angry.