Wesley kicked the door open and pressed Yuna down on the bed.

He had a dark look in his dark eyes as if something bad was about to happen. "Yuna, you started this!"

In the beginning, it had been her who'd made the first move.

Later, she'd told him in the ward that she liked him.

He'd already decided to let her go, but she'd flirted with him time and again.

This time, it was not his fault.

Yuna was stunned and looked at Wesley as if she saw a fierce monster in his eyes.

Before she could stop him, Wesley was kissing her aggressively.

"Aagh!"

The sound of cloth tearing broke the silence in the bedroom, and Yuna's skin was exposed to the chill of the air.

Wesley grabbed the pieces of her clothes and looked as if he was about to tear them up. He warned Yuna darkly, "Don't wear these kinds of clothes again in the future!"

Although these kinds of tight-fitting clothes were convenient for movement, they also outlined her body. She was quite well-shaped, and she always caught men's eyes!

Yuna obviously didn't understand what Wesley's was thinking. She just felt that he was terribly overbearing and angrily retorted, "It's none of your business what I wear!"

"Of course it's my business!" Wesley sneered. "Yuna, from now on, it'll be my business whether you're even wearing clothes or not!"

"..."

Yuna felt like all the blood in her body was rushing to her face. She gave Wesley a hard shove, but he threw the cloth away and immediately pressed down on her again.

"I can't let him do whatever he wants!"

Yuna remembered that she still had one last defense, so she stopped struggling and groped for something along her leg. Then, she grabbed hold of something hard, and pulled it out-

She was about to hold it against Wesley's head. If she couldn't threaten him to let her go, at least she could stop him from doing whatever he wanted to her.

As soon as Yuna raised her hand, Wesley grabbed her wrist and skillfully twisted it. Yuna obediently loosened her grip, and the gun, which had a silencer, fell into his hand.

Wesley looked at the gun and said mockingly, "Does Rowdy allow you to use this kind of gun? Were you seriously considering threatening me with it?!"

Yuna looked at the black, deep muzzle. Regretting her impulsive actions, she silently cursed Wesley.

Wesley could despise Rowdy, but why did he criticize Rowdy's gun?

The gun was dangerous!

How had he reacted so quickly when she'd pulled out the gun? How had he known what she was going to do?

This man's ability to think and to act was too fast for her to compete with.

Wesley quickly took the gun and put it on the bedside table. Eyeing Yuna, he said, "Let's play a game. If you win, I'll give it back to you!"

"This can't actually be a game!"

Even though she thought that, Yuna still cast a curious look at Wesley and waited for him to continue.

Wesley lowered his head and pressed his warm lips against Yuna's ear, whispering, "Soon, you'll be stopping yourself from begging me and saying that you don't want me."

He didn't want to compete with Yuna. Instead, he wanted to take revenge on her for saying that he was unnecessary.

Yuna would be subdued by him. There was no way she'd be able to defeat him.

"Sinister. Super freak!"

"What do you think?"

Wesley breathed into Yuna's ear and she felt weak and helpless.

How could she be Wesley's opponent?

Seeing Yuna biting her lip and holding back her anger, Wesley sneered, "You can admit defeat now!"

Yuna was so angry that she turned and bit Wesley's neck! He groaned, but he didn't hit her or force her to relax her bite.

In the end, Yuna relaxed her bite. He looked at her indifferently and asked, "Are you happy now?"

Before Yuna could reply, Wesley had kissed her hard on the lips. The aggressive kisses continued like a storm.

This time, Yuna really had no way to escape.

Fortunately, just then Wesley's cell phone rang. It rang on and on and the continuous sound had a sense of urgency.

Wesley frowned unhappily and let go of Yuna to answer the phone. One of his staff said, "Brother Wesley, Rowdy couldn't find any clues, so he's sent someone to cause trouble. They're well-prepared, so we can't deal with them. We need you to come over and handle it!"

"Well-prepared?"

This was a tricky situation.

Wesley hung up the phone, put his coat on, and gave Yuna a hard glare before leaving. "Remember what I said. Don't try to escape!"

Yuna couldn't help complaining, "How would I escape in such a desolate place?" Then she subconsciously glanced at the gun on the bedside table.

"Rowdy gave you a cheap gun. Don't even think about it!" Wesley took the gun away, saying, "I'll get you a better one!"

After that, he left, taking Yuna's last hope with him.

Yuna lay on the bed in despair for a while. In the end, she had to get up and she opened the wardrobe only to find coats, pants, jackets, pajamas and underwear all hanging neatly inside.

She looked at the sizes and found that they were just right.

Wesley really... knew her well.

Yuna took a set of pajamas with her to the shower. She found all her usual toiletries there.

Wesley had obviously long predicted that she would fall into his arms again.

Nothing could express the anger Yuna was feeling. She just took a bath in silence, and when she finally came out of the bathroom, it was already two o'clock in the morning.

She'd promised Emily that she'd be back at dawn. Now it seemed that she was going to break her promise to him.

She just hoped that Wesley wouldn't come back too soon so that she'd have time to consider what to do next.

She was slowly getting to know some of the secrets of the Kent family. If she could get back there now, and if everything went well, she'd soon be able to collect evidence of Rowdy's crimes.

Wesley was completely messing up her plan.

She had to escape from here, but for now it seemed that the only way to do that would be to get Wesley's permission.

However, Wesley had already resolutely made it clear that he could not let her go.

What should she do?

Yuna tossed and turned in the bed. Before she was able to come up with a solution, she'd fallen asleep.

In a strange way, she had an indescribable sense of security here.

The next day, Emily was the first to wake up in the old residence of the Kent family.

The little boy was worried about Yuna, so he got up early, but he couldn't see Yuna on the other side of the bed.

He thought that she'd already gotten up, so he put on his jacket and quickly ran downstairs, calling, "Auntie Yuna!"

The living room was crowded with people, including Rowdy. Yuna wasn't there though, and so no one responded to Emily.

Emily was confused and ran over to Rowdy. "Daddy, where is Auntie Yuna? Why hasn't she come back yet?"

Rowdy picked up his son and looked at him for a while before saying, "Auntie Yuna is busy. She'll be back later. Just wait a little longer."

"How long will I have to wait?" Emily's lips quivered, and his eyes welled up. He grabbed Rowdy's clothes and asked, "Isn't Auntie Yuna coming back?"

Rowdy comforted his son, saying, "Auntie Yuna will definitely come back, and I will pick her up. You'll just have to wait for a few more days, okay?"

A teardrop ran from the corner of Emily's eyes. "Yep!" he cried, throwing himself into Rowdy's arms.

Emily had no clear understanding of good or evil, right or wrong.

He didn't even know what kind of a person Rowdy was or what kind of relationship Rowdy had with Yuna.

He just relied on Yuna, and her warmth, and he wished that she would come back soon.

At that moment, Yuna had just woken up in the foreign-style house on the top of the mountain.

In her sleep, she naturally wanted to turn over, but found that she couldn't move at all. She opened her eyes and saw Wesley's unbelievably handsome face. She was being held fast firmly in his arms.

She had once been attracted to his intimacy.

But now, she was afraid.

She was afraid that she would end up relying on him like before.

Thinking that, Yuna gave Wesley a push. She didn't push him away. Instead, she woke him up.

Wesley opened his eyes and said, "I just got back here at dawn. You'd better be nice!"

If it wasn't for the latter half of the sentence, his tone sounded like a husband complaining to his wife.

Yuna wasn't a pushover. She struggled and said, "What if I say no?"

Wesley stared at Yuna dangerously and said, "Do you want to continue what we started yesterday?"

Yuna froze and quickly closed her eyes. She felt Wesley holding her more tightly, with his chin against her shoulder. He seemed to be enjoying it a lot.

Yuna was no longer sleepy.

If Wesley had treated her like this when they'd first met, she wouldn't have hesitated to stay with him.

However, she'd already let her grandmother die for her, and she'd made too many mistakes. She had to pay for everything that had happened in the past.

After sleeping for more than two hours, Wesley finally woke up. Seeing that Yuna was still sleeping in his arms, he relaxed his hold of her. "Let's go and have breakfast."

Yuna washed and went downstairs. A warm breakfast was already on the table. The heat of the food would warm her in the cold winter's morning.

However, there was no sign of cooking in the kitchen. It must have been sent from the club.

Wesley followed her down. When he saw that Yuna wasn't sitting down, he asked, "Doesn't it suit your taste?"

"..." It was the first time that Yuna had heard Wesley talk to her in such a concerned tone, and she felt lost for words.

Wesley thought that Yuna silently said 'no', so he called someone in, pointed to the breakfast, and said, "Take it away and make something else!"

Yuna quickly sat down and said, "No need. Let's eat."

After breakfast, Yuna tried to walk around outside. Wesley didn't restrict her, but she wasn't allowed to go beyond the boundaries of the club.

To put it bluntly, she was placed under house arrest again.

Yuna couldn't help running back to ask Wesley, "Are you going to put me under house arrest for the rest of my life?!"

Wesley put down what he was holding, looked at Yuna seriously, and said, "Let's have a talk."

This talk should have been had a long time ago.

Wesley had been waiting for it for a long time. Since Yuna didn't want to take the initiative to talk to him, he would reveal the truth.

He wanted to see how Yuna would continue with her pretense.