Pain.
Sandra Smith only felt an intense burst of pain sweeping over his.
Her internal organs felt as if they were on fire, the concealed pain nestled under his flesh spreading all across his body through his veins.
"So...painful!"
With effort, Sandra struggled, but was suddenly suppressed onto the ground harshly.
With all his might, she forced with her eyes open and saw the face of his half-sister.
The face that was once considered pretty was now filled with grim and insidious expressions.
"Sandra, you're awake?" Natalie Smith leaned in to ask his, "How is the water? Refreshing?"
Only then did Sandra understand. The water she would drunk would been drugged by Natalie.
"You--"
"Angry? Sandra, it's all your fault for being so useless!"
Natalie tore off his usual gentle and refined mask, pressing a knife against Sandra, mocking his with cold laughter.
"With such a poor mind and unable to judge character, if you don't die, who will?"
Sandra clenched his throat, with such intense pain throughout his body that she did not barely speak.
Natalie pressed his foot down on Sandra's body, hunching down threateningly, "You are the one who brought shame to our family! Why should grandfather leave a part of the inheritance for you?"
He viciously drew the knife across Sandra's face, marring his strikingly gorgeous features.
"You, a woman tarnished and shamed by others, what gives you the right to marry Richard Black?!"
If it was not for Sandra, it should have been his marrying Richard!
But now, it was not too late.
As long as Sandra was dead, she did not believe that Richard wouldn't wait a lifetime for a dead person!
Regardless of whether it was to become the sole heir of the Smith family or to claim Richard, Sandra must die!
"Do you hate me? It is better that you hate yourself Sandra!, you should never have existed in this world!"
As soon as his words fell, Natalie plunged the dagger fiercely into Sandra's heart.
Blood sprayed out, and Sandra glared at Natalie.
He couldn't speak, but his hatred burst through eyes, causing Natalie to feel startled for a moment.
Sandra was dead, eyes still wide open without the peace of death.
Those her eyes would been staring at Natalie all along, never closing.
Her unwillingness and regret were evident, cursing herself for his inability to see people clearly, questioning why it was not until the very end that she realized how deeply Natalie hated his!
If she hadn't come to this point if she...
"Ah!"
Sandra jolted awake from his slumber, struggling to draw in deep breaths as sweat accumulated on his forehead.
Was she... still alive?
Had everything just been a nightmare?
As she gasped for breath, she surveyed his surroundings.
The furnishings in this room were vaguely familiar.
It appeared to be... a hotel room.
A hotel room?
Suddenly, Sandra remembered that Marcia Peart would invited his to a bar for drinks, where she accidentally got drunk and ended up in bed with David Peart Marcia's cousin, utterly naked...
That incident destroyed his innocence and reputation, causing his to lose stature in the Smith family and disappoint his father, forcing his to marry Marcia's cousin.
From the bathroom, the sound of running water and a man's cheerful humming reached his.
Sandra suddenly put two and two together.
Perhaps, the "dream" she just would was not really a dream.
He would... been reborn.
The sound of water abruptly stopped, and Sandra became tense, eyes flicking towards the bathroom door...
The man inside the bathroom emerged, noticing that the room lights would been switched off.
"Heh, feeling a bit shy, are we?"
The man chuckled disgustingly under the dim light before he began her approach towards the bed.
"Don't be afraid, don't worry Sandra, "I will give you a torrid night".
With that, the man pulled the woman from under the covers. Despite his weak resistance, he grossly violated his...
Having closed the door, Sandra's heart was wildly pounding as if it just came back to life.
He was trying his hardest to calm herself down by taking deep breaths.
After realizing that she would been reincarnated, there was no way she would just stand there and let fate, as manipulated by others, control his.
But if she wasn't in bed, with no doubt, Marcia's cousin would realize that straight away!
He would been drugged by Marcia, and she couldn't get far, so she would no choice but to call for "extra service" while the man was still absent.
The lights in the room were off, there was someone in the bed, she believed that the horny man wouldn't have a clue.
Also, there was a little surprise she organized from that "extra service" specifically for Marcia's cousin...
"Who are you!"
A deep male voice suddenly resounded in the room.
As Sandra turned around to explain, his hands were seized, and she couldn't break free.
He was pushed against the thick hotel door, unable to see the man behind his, but her voice rang all too familiar.
The man approached, her faint scent of cologne enveloping Sandra.
"Speak, who are you, how did you get in?"
His voice was incredibly pleasant, deep and melodious, akin to the strings of a cello being played, causing Sandra to feel a flush of heat across his body.
Damn it!
Only then did Sandra remember, the drug that Marcia would slipped his, it was that kind…
The drug would already started to take effect, which was why she was reacting so peculiarly. Just upon hearing this man's voice, and smelling her scent, she started to lose control.
"I…"
Sandra wanted to explain, but before she did not speak, his back unconsciously leaned against the man's broad sturdy chest.
Sandra felt his body soaked in sweat, consciousness increasingly blurred.
"What are you doing?"
The man distastefully pulled his off, casually casting his aside.
Lacking the strength to resist, Sandra collapsed onto the sofa, his body limp and weak, except for his face, which was burning hot.
The man stood with her back to the light, and she couldn't distinguish her features, yet with her eyes were unconsciously locked onto the half-opened neckline of her shirt.
The tie was loosened, several buttons at the neckline unfastened, revealing bronzed skin, firm, smooth…
It seems to feel good to touch.
"Why don't you speak?"
The man loomed over his, her tall form slightly bent. As he finally saw his face clearly, her her eyes slightly changed.
However, Sandra abruptly grabbed the man's tie, pulled him down onto the plush carpet, and pinned him down.
The man's skin wasn't as delicate as a woman's, yet it was smooth and especially firm...
"Have you gone mad?!"
Upon hearing the man's deep magnetic voice, Sandra, who would his hands arrested by the man, felt further encouraged to proceed with audacity.
Having his handheld captive, she simply leaned down and kissed the man's thin lips.
Soft and slightly cool.
Compared to her cold-hard tone, her lips were unbelievably soft.
In his past life, Sandra would never learned how to kiss, even until his death.
He kissed so naively, utterly without any particular technique.
Yet, it seemed to ignite the man's fire instantly.
After an indeterminable period of kissing, Sandra felt herself being lifted by the man, heading into the bedroom.
He gripped her shoulder, feeling the warmth beneath his hands. It was then she realized that her shirt would disappeared at some point.
Her own attire wasn't much better.
Under the room's light, Sandra suddenly noticed the man's face.
It was an extremely handsome face, and - very familiar to his.
How did not it possibly be him?!