"What are you so shy for? This isn't your first time," Adam thought to himself, finding Annabelle's behavior somewhat affected innocently. She didn't utter a word, just laying on the bed with her eyes fixed on the ceiling, and heart throbbing hardly against her chest.

The disruptive ringtone of her mobile phone was unrelenting, Annabelle couldn't resist, she forcefully turned Adam's face away. Then, shrugging herself up with a thin blanket, she was tightly covered.

Suddenly exposed to the air, Adam could not help but raise an eyebrow.

Annabelle got off the bed and picked up her phone from the floor, noted it was her roommate Christy calling, she subconsciously turned her head to look at Adam

Without expecting it, she caught a glimpse of something she wasn't supposed to see, causing Annabelle to close her eyes in fright and hurriedly turn away.

This wasn't a suitable place to answer the call.

Holding her phone, Annabelle picked up the clothes on the floor and tucked them under her arm, then, like an encased cicada, awkwardly maneuvered her way to the bathroom.

Adam watched Annabelle's peculiar movements, finding it hard to suppress a grin.

Yet, in just a moment, the smile at the corner of his mouth disappeared, replaced by an aloof coldness that was hard to approach.

By the time Annabelle returned after answering the call.

Adam had already put on his pants, as he now stood shirtless, leaning against the head of the bed smoking.

Being blessed with a face that was enchantingly stunning and capable of seducing all living beings, Adam's cold eyes half-opened, exhaling smoke while glancing at her, a sight that was ineffably sexy and captivating.

Annabelle couldn't help recalling the first time she met him, he was just the same - flippant, rebellious, like a solitary wolf in the mountains, languid and arrogant.

Seeing Annabelle come out, Adam immediately beckoned, like calling a puppy over.

"Come here."

A man's lazy and magnetizing voice suddenly echoed in her ears, and Annabelle immediately withdrew from her thoughts.

Her eyes were crescent-shaped, a smile hung on her lips as she walked towards Adam.

Just as she approached him, Adam drew her into his arms with one swoop, making her sit on his lap.

"Whose call?"

While blowing smoke rings, his hand was leisurely stroking her slender waist.

"My roommate called, asking why I didn't come back last night. She must be worried that something happened to me, so she called to check."

"Hmm."

It seemed like Adam asked casually, and then had no further questions.

He stubbed out the nearly consumed cigarette in the crystal ashtray.

He then held Annabelle's chin nonchalantly and kissed her.

His mouth tasted strongly of smoke.

Annabelle furrowed her brows in discomfort.

The kiss ended.

Annabelle felt nothing except a faint head rush.

She was dazed by the smell of smoke.

This was not the first time he had kissed her immediately after smoking.

But she was still not quite accustomed to such kisses.

However, the man was inseparable from his cigarette, if she were to stay with him, she had to slowly adapt.

Lost in her thoughts, Annabelle was taken off guard when Adam suddenly spoke, "Let's get our marriage license, Annabelle."

"What?"

Annabelle was stunned as she looked at Adam.

"Unwilling?" Adam raised his eyebrow slightly, his expression slightly displeased.

Annabelle shook her head, asking softly with a soft voice, "Why so sudden?"

"Sudden?" Adam's tone was indifferent, revealing no emotion, "I think it's fine."

"Do you want to get it?"

He asked her again.

Annabelle looked at him steadily, guessing something in her heart.

He might not really want to get a marriage license.

Perhaps he was just stirred up by the news of someone else's wedding.

Annabelle smiled slightly, "Alright."

To Annabelle, it didn't matter what reason they got married, as long as she could be with him for a lifetime.

Adam seemed to be serious. He said to Annabelle, "Then you go home and get your household registration booklet. We'll meet at the Civil Affairs Bureau."

"...Alright."

Annabelle was a little surprised, she hadn't expected Adam to be serious.

But she didn't panic.

"Should I go now?"

Annabelle was about to leave.

Who could have known that Adam suddenly laid her down on the bed and kissed her, "No hurry. Let's make love first, then go."

Annabelle, "..."

Annabelle hadn't been home for almost a month.

From the day she and Laura were kidnapped together, and the Mason family chose to save Laura first.

The gap between her and the Mason family deepened.

After getting out of the taxi and paying the fare, Annabelle slowly entered the magnificent mansion.

The housemaid, seeing Annabelle returning, hastily greeted her.

"Miss Annabelle, you're back."

"Mm."

Annabelle nodded lightly at the maid and walked directly into the house.

Suddenly, the maid blocked her way, "Miss Annabelle ,umm..."

Seeing the maid blocking her path, Annabelle raised her eyelids slightly, looking at the maid with slight puzzlement, "What's the matter?"

The maid glanced at Annabelle, saying with difficulty in her eyes, "The Madam and Miss Laura are entertaining guests in the living room."

Annabelle instantly understood the maid's meaning, "I'll go through the back door."

With that, she headed straight for the back door of the villa.

As Annabelle turned around, the maid looked at her with sympathy in her eyes.

Who would have thought?

That the lady of the second house of the illustrious Mason family has to enter her own home from the back door.

If it gets out, others would drop their jaws.

But Annabelle is already used to it.

From the moment Annabelle was brought back to this family, and from the first time she went out to socialize with Mrs. Mason, but ended up hurting someone and causing Mrs. Mason to lose face, her status in this family became incredibly awkward.

Annabelle took the household register and prepared to leave.

When Annabelle was going downstairs, Laura, the adopted daughter of the Mason family, happened to be coming up from downstairs.

Laura was the child adopted by the Mason family after Annabelle went missing.

At that time, Mrs. Mason blamed herself for carelessly losing her daughter and would often have sleepless nights.

Donald, Annabelle's biological father, went to the welfare institute and brought back a little girl who resembled Annabelle when she was young, hoping that this would help distract Mrs. Mason's sorrow and to help her recover emotionally.

Mrs. Mason treated Laura as her lost daughter, cherishing her all the time, taking care of her 24 hours a day, never daring to neglect her for a second.

Perhaps because she raised Laura herself, even when Annabelle, her biological daughter, came back, Mrs. Mason's favoritism was still obvious in favor of Laura.

She loved her adopted daughter more than her biological one.

Especially under the contrast of the adopted daughter, the shortcomings of her biological daughter made her very repulsive, even unbearable.

Laura was dressed in a high-end luxury women's dress, a haute couture dress worth $18,800 that had just been launched this summer, stepping on high heels worth over $10,000, looking every bit as noble as a white swan.

In contrast, Annabelle, dressed in an unknown brand, with a T-shirt and blue and white jeans that looked like cheap goods from a street stall, really looked impoverished.

Looking at Annabelle's shabby outfit, there was a trace of disdain in Laura's eyes.

But the very next second, she greeted Annabelle warmly, switching faces faster than one can blink, "Annabelle, you're back?"