Late at night, with few cars on the road, the two spoke across the street, their voices low but audible to each other.

Hendrix suddenly curled his lips into a smile.

Though he was laughing, his deep black eyes were incredibly cold. “Mr. Stevenson, what’s your kink? Looking for other people’s wives in the middle of the night?”

They hadn’t been in touch for so long that they were unfamiliar, but the title “Mr. Stevenson” instantly shifted ...