"So, you should know what to do with Tian Zhen."

Yuna heard those words while walking downstairs.

Tian Zhen... the one she could hardly recall-the large wound on her hand was made in the bar the other day by Tian Zhen with a broken bottle.

That day Wesley was in Mexico, he asked her about it on the phone. She briefed him on what had happened, without expecting that Wesley would keep the trifle in mind.

However, he had chosen to abandon her to retain his business when her life was threatened. Why had he kept that trifle in mind?

Maybe it was because Wesley's authority would brook no offense.

The bar belonged to him, so it was an offense to his authority to hurt his staff in it. He was just asking Zhao Yinghong to teach Tian Zhen a lesson to highlight his authority.

With all that in mind, Yuna became much calmer. Then she slowly went downstairs and leaned close to Wesley, with a charming smile on her face.

Wesley naturally held Yuna in his arm while fondling her hair at leisure with his lean fingers, which made others think that they were an ordinary couple who were immersed in love.

Zhao Yinghong noticed the scratches on her neck and collarbones, then he thought for a while and said, "Wesley, take it easy. I'll teach Tian Zhen a lesson!"

Wesley sniffed Yuna's hair without a word, with a faint satisfied look on his face.

Zhao Yinghong smiled and said, "Tian Zhen works for me. Now that he hurt Miss Xu, I have to accept personal responsibility. I must say sorry to Miss Xu!" After thinking for a while, he continued, "How about the Marriott Club? The breakfast there is popular among ladies. Let me treat Miss Xu! Wesley, you can play golf with me on its roof!"

Yuna's gaze was fixed as she began to think. "Wesley hasn't recovered yet. He can't play golf at all."

She looked at Wesley, trying to come up with an excuse to decline Zhao Yinghong's invitation, as she felt a slight pinch on her palm.

Then she heard Wesley leisurely say, "OK. I haven't played for some time."

With that, Wesley held Yuna in his arm and stood up to go toward the gate.

Yuna couldn't figure out what the plan in Wesley's mind was. She didn't dare to ask him, nor did she dare to show her worry, so she walked with him like a lovable bird.

Zhao Yinghong followed and watched Wesley. When they reached the parking lot, he suddenly said, "Wesley, I heard that you love car racing, right?"

Wesley said, "That's right."

"Well, in my old age, I've recently been obsessed with The Fast and the Furious." Zhao Yinghong knocked on his fancy Mercedes and said, "How about a race?"

"..."

"..."

Wesley opened the door of his car and said, "Now that you are looking forward to it, how could I say no?" Then he gave Yuna a look and said, "Get in the car."

Yuna did as he asked and sat in the passenger seat. While fastening the seat belt, she said in a low voice, "Why did you promise him? You will open up your wound!"

"If I didn't promise him, he wouldn't leave readily." Wesley started his car and said, "Hang on. We're going to put on a show for Zhao Yinghong."

Zhao Yinghong's gaze was burning, and through the window, he could see Wesley's inherent calmness on his stony face.

Rowdy had told him that Wesley was seriously injured. From Wesley's appearance, however, he didn't see anything abnormal. What's more, in the Old House of the Hayes Family, he had noticed the hickey-like marks on Yuna's neck.

"If Wesley is seriously injured, how can he stay with Yuna overnight?" Zhao Yinghong thought.

"But, Rowdy has no reason to deceive me."

Zhao Yinghong decided to find out the truth and he stepped on the accelerator, then his car drew level with Wesley's.

In fact, they could only race their cars on the road between the old district and the boulevard.

It was a short road with several turns; only the more skillful one could be in the lead. Zhao Yinghong didn't underestimate Wesley while expecting Wesley not to play well.

If he won the race, he would be sure that Wesley was injured.

It turned out to be a disappointment; his car was left behind twice by Wesley's at the turns. The black Land Rover ran like a nimble tiger under Wesley's control. Zhao Yinghong thought, "It's unlikely that an injured man can do this."

Outside the old district, Zhao Yinghong caught up with Wesley. He rolled down the window and said, "Oh, I almost forget that it's daytime now. If we go on, the traffic police will catch us. Let's end it in a draw. I'll play with you again sometime."

"As you wish," Wesley said. Then he slowed the car down and put up the driver's window.

Yuna asked at once, "How are you feeling now?"

It had exhausted Wesley to make turns, speed up, and leave Zhao Yinghong behind. He must have split open his wound, though Yuna didn't see him in pain from the look on his face.

"I'm all right," Wesley said, sweating from his temples. "Tell Kai to take a medical kit to the Marriott Club."

Yuna called Kai right away and told him what Wesley said. Then she tried to come up with a countermeasure while murmuring to herself.

"... The race is just the first part of Zhao Yinghong's plan. Next, he will ask you again to play golf with him.

"... You've split your wound open. If you play golf with him, your bleeding wound will betray you... Even if your clothes can cover up your blood, you won't play well because of your pain. And Zhao Yinghong will see through you.

"... We have to find a way, so that he will give up the idea of playing golf with you."

"..."

Wesley turned his head and saw Yuna gnawing on her lips, with anxiety and worry in her eyes.

If he hadn't known about her true identity, he probably would have believed that Yuna had feelings for him.

Before long, the car stopped in front of the Marriott Club, and Wesley interrupted Yuna. "Here we are."

Yuna seemed to be at a loss, then she suddenly looked up and said, "I got it!"

She held Wesley's hand and walked into the club. As soon as she went into the lift, she pushed him into a corner. He frowned and asked, "What's that?"

"Only by doing so can we make Zhao Yinghong give up his plan!"

With that, Yuna kissed Wesley's lips, taking his hands to put around her waist, and said in a low voice, "Act!"

Wesley got her point but intentionally asked, "Like what?"

"Didn't I make myself clear?" Yuna didn't notice Wesley's look. She stamped her feet with anxiety and said, "As if you're burning with desire!"

Just then, there came the waiter's voice. "Good morning, Mr. Zhao. Mr. Mu is waiting for you in the lift."

Thinking that it would be too late, Yuna felt so anxious that she wanted to bite him. "Wesley!"

As soon as her voice died down, Wesley encircled her waist with his arms and turned around, then she was pressed in the corner, and Wesley's warm lips covered hers.

After a light kiss, he was eager to part her upper and bottom teeth with his tongue. He sucked her lips like crazy while holding her more tightly, with a desire to pull her into his body.

Yuna was a bit stunned.

She thought, "Wesley was calm just a second ago! Why did he change so quickly?

"Damn! Men think with only their private parts, sure enough!"

While in Wesley's eyes, the time he saw Yuna show up in his shirt, he had wanted to do the same thing, and Yuna was teasing him.

Then things got a little too real for the two. As they kissed more deeply, a romantic and sexy atmosphere gradually filled up the lift.

Zhao Yinghong walked into the lift with his men, without expecting to see the two burning with desire. He said, "Wow," and became stunned, wondering whether to enter the lift or not.

With so many people seeing them kissing each other, Yuna felt like every cell in her body was saying no. However, in order to deceive Zhao Yinghong, she had to pretend that she had immersed herself in it.

While Wesley was enjoying their kissing, he fondled Yuna from her waist to her neck. As his hot lips touched her neck, he gave her a playful bite.

Yuna let out a little cry of pain and subconsciously wanted to step on Wesley's foot. Realizing that Zhao Yinghong and his men were outside the lift, she had to grumble coyly, "Oh, honey." With that, she opened her eyes.

Seeing Zhao Yinghong's confused and curious face, Yuna feigned surprise. Then she blushed, trying to push Wesley away and said, "They are here."

Wesley held Yuna in his arms and gave her earlobe a sexy bite. "It's not an excuse."

Yuna was nearly driven crazy and she thought, "It's not my excuse. You will mess it up!"

However, knowing that Zhao Yinghong was there watching them, Yuna had to keep her temper. She thumped Wesley's shoulder and said, "Don't you see them!?"

After continuing his kiss for a while, Wesley released Yuna. Then he looked back, leisurely raising his eyebrow, and said to Zhao Yinghong, "Uncle Zhao, do you mind waiting for us?"

That day, Zhao Yinghong had wanted to find out if Wesley was injured. However, finding nothing abnormal about Wesley on the way from the Old House of the Hayes Family to the club, his resolve had been stirred. He didn't dare to push Wesley too hard, because he knew that if Wesley was fine, he would suffer in the future.

"I almost forget that I have errands to run," Zhao Yinghong said and waved his hands. "Wesley, go on. I must leave now. I'd like to drink with you sometime."

Wesley said, "Sure thing." Before seeing Zhao Yinghong leave, he turned and kissed Yuna's lips. "Go to the room upstairs."

"Oh, youth." Zhao Yinghong laughed and left. Before long, the elevator doors closed.

After acting all that morning, Yuna finally felt relieved and pushed Wesley away.

Beyond her expectation, Wesley was forced to step back, and he was unable to keep his feet until he leaned against the elevator wall.

Yuna felt worried and asked, "Are you all right?"

With his forehead constantly sweating, Wesley said in a feeble voice, "Call Kai. What's the room number?"

Yuna called Kai in a hurry.