At half past five, Alexa Anderson's biological clock woke her up.
It had only been four hours since the fierce battle had ended. The throbbing pain emerged from her private parts and began to spread to every corner of her body.
She closed her eyes again and got used to the piercing pain. She then got out of bed to get dressed.
Such a simple action had already made her dizzy, and beads of sweat started to form on her forehead.
On the bed, Ian Saunders was awakened by her movements. He narrowed his eyes and saw the time on his phone screen. He cursed and threw the phone to the ground.
He was nursing a hangover and it was his day off. On top of that, he also had s*x all night long the night before. Of course, he didn't want to be awakened at 5:30 in the morning.
Ian wanted to continue sleeping, but he could hear the sound of a woman getting dressed from behind him.
He looked back to see her exposed skin exposed underneath her sheer clothing. The hickeys on her skin were visible.
He had left them on her, but right then, seeing them irritated him greatly. He was also starting to recall vaguely the scene from the previous night.
With the last bit of grogginess disappearing, Ian picked up his pants by the bed and put them on in annoyance.
Hearing the noise, Alexa looked back in surprise. "Why are you up?"
She remembered that he would not usually wake up at that time.
"Well, who told you to get up earlier than the 'chicken'? You've disturbed me," Ian sneered, emphasizing the word 'chicken'.
Alexa felt a stab in her heart. He did not hide his disdain. She understood what he meant.
She looked at him for a while and gave him a mocking smile. "I can still get up. Isn't it because of your 'abilities'?"
Ian's eyes darkened as he stared coldly at his wife, with whom he had just slept.
His wife... She did not deserve that title.
What a joke!
He strode towards Alexa. His legs were long and slender, and his wheat-colored skin looked extraordinarily charming in the sunlight streaming in from the window.
He had a dignified posture, but his gaze was pointed and aggressive.
His eyes were fixed on Alexa like a lion ready to swallow its prey at any time.
"What are you doing..." Alexa immediately tensed up, and her eyes flashed with caution.
Before she could finish her words, she was dragged back to the bed by a strong force. There was no room for her to resist, and she was pinned down by the man.
Ian's lips curled into a contemptuous smile as he blocked her movements. He then raised his hand and tore off the clothes that she had just put on, revealing her tender, flushed skin.
He furrowed his eyebrows and stared at her delicate collarbone. The light in his cold eyes dimmed a little.
Looking at these familiar eyes, Alexa felt a little daze.
He looked at her the same way he did the previous night. The light in his eyes was like the midnight star, bright and dazzling.
He was drunk the night before, and he was so rough that she almost fainted. However, his clear eyes kept her awake. Of course, he kept shouting out another woman's name.
That whisper pierced her heart like a sharp knife.
Her thoughts drifted away, and she forgot to resist. The man's hand motions grew more unruly. Every inch of her skin that he touched seemed to be scorched by a raging fire, and she forced herself to stay sober.
"Ian, look carefully. I'm not her. I'm not Amber!" she blurted out subconsciously, in order to stop him.
As expected, Ian stopped moving.
Amber Anderson was his weakness. Once she was mentioned, he would sober up.
She knew very well that he would not touch her when he was sober.
The man did not move, but he still pressed himself against her.
Alexa was afraid that she would provoke him again, so she simply let him do whatever he wanted.
The two of them maintained this position until Ian spoke. "I know you're not her."
He smiled contemptuously and glanced at Alexa indifferently as if his eyes were like sharp blades.
After a while, Alexa heard him say coldly, "And you just? Just a whore Adam keeps."