The night life in Horizia was usually quiet, but at a nearby hotel by the Auto Service Center, two strangers were entangled in an intense moment.

The man’s powerful arms effortlessly lifted her, and beads of sweat traced down his chiseled jaw, dripping onto her neck. Just as she’d imagined, his physique was impressive—built, tireless, and strong.

At twenty-six, Yulia, a celebrated heiress known for her elegance and purity in Horizia’s elite circles, had just experienced her first night with a man—a complete stranger, in the most ordinary of chain hotels. She could hardly believe her own recklessness, but nothing had ever felt so exhilarating.

Her partner, however, was a rough, unyielding type who clearly wasn’t here to take it easy on her. He knew she was inexperienced, yet held nothing back, leaving her completely at his mercy.

Their faces were close enough for their noses to touch, his warm breath fanning over her cheeks as he forced her to lock eyes with him. The rawness of his gaze made Yulia blush even more.

“What’s your name?” His voice was a low, raspy growl.

Yulia bit her lip, annoyed by his demanding tone, reluctant to answer him so easily. But...

“Yu... Yulia!” she managed, his deep thrusts almost bringing her to tears as she gasped out her name.

“Yulia.” He repeated it, his low voice reverberating in her ear.

The way he said her name... it was too much. Yulia felt mortified.

When she woke up, the sun was already high. Seeing the empty spot beside her, she first flushed, then let out a small, self-amused laugh. This “adult fling” was as cold and detached as it gets—one night and gone, just as she’d wanted.

In fact, this suited her perfectly; she had no idea how she would even face him if he’d stayed. But as she sat up, sore but satisfied, her amusement quickly turned to surprise.

The man hadn’t left. There he was, seated at the small hotel table, holding her divorce papers, which she’d finalized only the day before. Yulia’s heart skipped, and she clutched the sheet closer to herself, avoiding his gaze.

Harrison tossed the papers onto the table, his eyes holding a flicker of confusion, though he didn’t ask anything.

“It fell out of your bag,” he said simply.

“Oh,” Yulia managed to mutter, the silence between them growing awkward.

She could feel the subtle disdain in his gaze. He then spoke, his voice flat, “If you’re feeling any discomfort, go see a doctor,” and reached for his jacket.

She smirked, a little amused at the contradiction; this was the same man who had kept her up half the night. Now he was giving her a health reminder?

As he moved toward the door, she called out, impulsively, “How about something longer-term?”

Harrison froze, his brows drawing together as he looked back at her.

Did she want another round?

She felt his intensity, but forced herself to hold his gaze. “You’re good at what you do,” she said, her tone sincere, despite his frosty demeanor.

Harrison’s expression darkened, as if her words were a nuisance. Without further comment, he turned back to the door.

“Not interested,” he muttered over his shoulder as he left.

Yulia’s face turned crimson, completely thrown.

Was he implying she wasn’t good enough? That she lacked... what, skill?

Who was it last night who kept coming back to her five or six times, refusing to stop?!