Ethan was in a trance. He was pushed by Dayle onto the bed and then fell unsteadily.

Ethan opened his blurry eyes, trying to push Dayle away, but instead, she unbottoned his shirt. Under the moonlight, Dayle saw the solid muscles on his tanned chest.

Some might think he was thin, but he was very strong as well.

“Dayle, I am not feeling well, let me take a bath first.” Ethan said, feeling drained. A fire was burning inside him. However, even if Dayle got so close to him, he had no desire to touch her at all.

Dayle held him and kissed him on his face, “Eth, I know you are not comfortable, so let me take care of you tonight.”

Before dinner, she had slipped something to Ethan’s orange juice to stir up his desire, because she was tired of his indifference.

However, when they made a toast, Ethan replaced that little tramp Shannon’s wine with orange juice. Now, Shannon had the fortune of drinking the spiked juice herself. She's probably feeling unbearably hot at the moment, maybe even couldn’t control herself from sleeping with a man.

Thinking of this, Dayle smiled coldly and held his face, “Eth, you belong with me, nobody can take you away. I am the mother of Wesley and Nancy, and I am your wife. Nobody can change that.”

She took off her black camisole dress. Her hair curled around Ethan, which made her seductive and fascinating.

“I’ve already turned off the power of the whole villa to make you feel comfortable. Tonight, the enjoyment is ours.” Dayle’s voice was so soft. She did not believe that he had no desire to her. Smart and beautiful as she was, she also belonged to a prominent family. What’s not good enough for him?

“Dayle.” Ethan closed his eyes and recalled the days before the babies were born. They stayed together every night and attached to each other so much. They used to be so happy.

Ethan seemed to have a reaction, so he held Dayle in his arms and became wild.

However, at that critical moment, Ethan stopped in failure.

Dayle lay on the bed desperately, her heart filled with emptiness.

At this moment, she hated Ethan.

“You hate about me for what? Why are you acting like this? It’s not fair to me! Are you really a man?!”

In an extremely bad mood, she gathered up her clothes and ran out in the dark.

Ethan stumbled out of the bedroom when he was dizzy. He went to the bathroom next door and wanted to take a cold shower to wake himself up.

However, it took time for him to go there because of the blackout. Given his situation, he was too ashamed to call a servant.

He opened the door and came in.

Inside, Shannon heard a steady pace getting close to her slowly. She supressed the restless heat inside her and struggled to move forward. Before she could steady herself, she bumped into a solid wall of muscle.

The faint cool mint scent nveloped her, sending waves through her mind. She couldn’t help moaning in a pleasant low cry.

Suddenly, a strong arm seized her waist. As if bewitched, she clung to his neck, standing on her tiptoes, “Kiss me, kiss me...”

She had lost control completely, desperate to release the tension.

Her plea was met with an almost maddening response.

In the dark, they got each other tied up and lingered crazily. It seemed that there was only him and her in the world...

Shannon had a dream. She dreamed of a man, with a pair of eyes like bright stars. He hugged her and treated her the way he did those nights. Gradually, the man turned into Ethan…

Shannon was shocked by this dream, forcing herself not to think about it. She got out of bed and found herself groggy. If she hadn’t held the edge of the bed, she would have almost tumbled.

“Shannon, your mail!”

Lillian was shouting outside.