After three years of a secret marriage where Sebastian Stone never touched me, I'd had enough of his cold shoulder. I asked for a divorce. His handsome face remained expressionless, his voice indifferent. "Suit yourself." Then, the moment the door clicked shut, I heard a familiar voice in my head: [My wife wants a divorce! It must be some other guy seducing her! Damn it!] [That shameless little homewrecker, daring to leave a hickey on my wife's neck? Does he think I'm dead?] A pause, then the voice cracked with a sob: [Why does my wife want to leave me? Is it because I've been slacking on my workouts? But my abs are still rock hard!] [Or does she think I can't satisfy her, so she went looking for some foxy man? Boohoo~ I always let her finish first...] 1 My heart trembled, and my legs went weak. Maybe I was just starved for affection, but lately, I’d been having those kinds of dreams more often. The Sebastian in my dreams was nothing like the man in reality. By day, he was buttoned-up, ascetic, and distant, his shirt always buttoned to the very top. The eyes behind his gold-rimmed glasses were as cold as a dead pool. But in my dreams... His desires were insatiable, completely unrestrained. Glasses off, those narrow, phoenix eyes burned with lust, fierce and dangerous. Pressing me against the floor-to-ceiling window, the cold glass against my back contrasting sharply with his scorching body heat that threatened to melt me... His long fingers showed no restraint, moving with undeniable force, mapping every inch of my body. This extreme contrast was driving me crazy. I felt like I was losing my mind, unable to tell which version of him was real. 2 In the morning, the sound of gym equipment echoed from the fitness room. Passing by the half-open door, I saw Sebastian working out. He was shirtless, the muscles of his back rippling with every movement. Sweat trickled down the groove of his spine, disappearing into the waistband of his low-slung sweatpants. He was panting softly, his voice husky and sexy. Even though I had asked for a divorce, he seemed completely unbothered. Disappointed, I was about to turn away. Suddenly, he shifted his posture. In the sunlight, his eight-pack abs were strikingly defined. His V-line cut deep into his waistband, rising and falling with his breath, tantalizingly visible... My throat tightened. I stopped in my tracks, swallowing involuntarily. Sebastian got up to grab a towel. His gaze swept over me standing outside the door, and his hand paused. Then, he casually looked away, his voice as cold as ever. "The divorce papers... I'll have my assistant send them over." His words hit me like a bucket of ice water. "Okay." I clutched my nightgown and turned to leave. Suddenly, that inner voice exploded in my mind: [I can't look up! My wife is wearing my favorite silk nightgown today! The hem is so high up her thighs! If I look again, I'm going to pitch a tent...] [I'll scare her. She'll think I'm disgusting and want to run away even faster.] [Is she really going to divorce me? Does she want me dead?] [Or did she find out...] I whipped my head back, catching his gaze before he could look away. Sebastian quickly turned his back to me, but I saw the tips of his ears turning red. Sweat rolled over his Adam's apple, down his chest, and vanished into the valley of his abs. With his back to me, he wiped his sweat, his Adam's apple bobbing violently. "Anything else?" Before I could answer, the voice rang out again: [Why isn't she leaving? Did she find out I stole her underwear? I swear I locked it in the safe after I used it... wait, the lace one from this morning is still by the treadmill! I didn't hide it yet... and it still has...] Sebastian stole my underwear? And it still has what on it? My eyes went wide, heart pounding like a drum. I pretended to walk casually towards the treadmill. Just as I got close, Sebastian sidestepped to block my view, frowning slightly. "Anything else?" I stood on my tiptoes, peering over his shoulder. Sure enough, a glimpse of lace peeked out, glistening slightly in the sunlight... "N-nothing." I fled back to my bedroom and locked the door, my cheeks burning. Was that really Sebastian Stone? 3 I went to work with mixed feelings. That evening, my boss took me to a business dinner. Good, I thought. Coming home late means avoiding him. But when I pushed open the door to the private room, Sebastian was there. Thankfully, no one knew about our relationship. But somehow, I ended up seated to his left. All night, I sat on pins and needles, afraid to look at him. After a few rounds of drinks, the executives opposite us were flushed. Sebastian seemed tipsy too... or something else. Under the table, his long leg kept brushing against my calf. I tried to dodge, practically sitting on the edge of my chair. The voice returned, full of resentment: [We're not even divorced yet, and she won't even look at me? Are these ugly old men better looking than me? Do they have eight-pack abs? Do they have a V-line?] [It's all their fault, peacocking in front of my wife. Who are they trying to seduce? Do they think I'm dead? I'm going to ruin all of them tonight!] My hand shook, dropping my chopsticks. I squatted to pick them up and didn't see whose legs were whose. What I did see was a shocking outline in Sebastian's suit pants. My face flushed crimson. I stood up too quickly. Bang! My head hit the table. I yelped in pain, gritting my teeth. My boss asked with concern, "Moon, are you okay?" As soon as he spoke, the inner voice chimed in: [Moon? Since when are they on a first-name basis?] First-name basis? I frowned. Did Sebastian misunderstand something? My name is Luna Luo. My colleagues call me Moon. It's normal. I rolled my eyes internally. [Scumbag! How dare you touch my wife's hand...] Crack! The wine glass in Sebastian's hand shattered. Bright red blood flowed from the cut. Everyone stared, faces pale. They called for a waiter to bring a first aid kit. Sebastian spoke calmly: "Miss Luo, could you help me bandage this?" Since he named me, I couldn't refuse. Then, I heard a secret delight in my mind: [I knew it. My wife still cares about me.] [Was she scared just now? It's all my fault. I didn't want this to happen, but every time I touch her, my body reacts...] His eyes flickered, and the thought shifted: [Dammit, is she dressed this sexy for that old man?] I looked down at myself. Long-sleeved shirt, knee-length pencil skirt. Covered up completely. Where's the "sexy"? And "old man"? My boss is 32. That's hardly old. I carefully dabbed disinfectant on his wound with a cotton swab. My fingers trembled slightly as I touched him. His long fingers curled slightly, his palm burning hot. [Her hands are so soft and fragrant. Not like mine... rough and useless.] I couldn't look at my hands the same way anymore. This dog! Is his brain filled with nothing but filth? I bandaged him up, trying to stay calm, but then he lowered his voice: "Miss Luo, you're very skilled with your hands." His warm breath tickled my ear, sending shivers down my spine. I looked up into his deep eyes behind the glasses. The undercurrents there made my knees weak. "Done." I pulled my hand back quickly, voice tight. Sebastian leaned closer to whisper: "Thank you, Miss Luo." His breath hit my ear again. [Her ears are red. So cute. Want to bite...] The dinner finally ended. Relieved, I grabbed my bag to leave. At the hotel entrance, a large hand stopped me. "Miss Luo, I'll drive you." Sebastian had followed me out. His black trench coat made his shoulders look impossibly broad. Before I could refuse, he opened the passenger door. [Hmph, I won't let that old man get a chance.] I had no choice but to get in. The car smelled of cedarwood—his signature cologne. 4 The car glided into the night. Back home, Sebastian went straight to the bathroom. I collapsed on the sofa, finally able to breathe. A while later, the bathroom door opened. Sebastian walked out wearing only a towel around his waist. Water dripped from his wet hair, sliding over his Adam's apple. He bent over to get a glass of water right in front of me, and the towel "accidentally" slipped lower. [Why isn't she looking? Are my abs not defined enough? I'll do 200 more crunches tomorrow...] I quickly looked away. I didn't see him frowning at his reflection in the mirror behind me. I grabbed my clothes and rushed into the bathroom. Just as the door was closing, Sebastian's voice (the real one) spoke up. "What you took... are my clothes." "I like wearing them, okay? It's not the first time. Why can't I..." wear them? When I realized I was holding a pair of men's briefs, the air froze for a few seconds. "Of course you can, if you like them." The corner of his mouth twitched up. He stared at me, then at the "stolen goods" in my hand. I threw the hot potato back at him and slammed the bathroom door. Middle of the night, I woke up thirsty. Groggy, I went downstairs for water and saw the study light on. Through the crack in the door, I saw Sebastian staring coldly at his computer screen. On the screen was a zoomed-in photo of me at the dinner tonight. [That bald guy's hand was three centimeters from my wife! And this fatty, where is he looking?!] I vaguely saw words like "Acquisition" and "Layoffs" flashing on the screen. [Dare to covet my wife? Your company goes bankrupt tomorrow...] I quietly retreated to the bedroom, heart racing. A thought crossed my mind. Maybe I never really knew Sebastian Stone. 5 At the gala, crystal chandeliers cast a brilliant light over the luxurious crowd. As a rising star in the business world, Sebastian was surrounded by admirers. In his sharp suit, his eyes were cold and distant. Completely different from last night. I suddenly remembered hearing at work that the companies of those clients from last night were acquired overnight, and the managers fired. Suddenly, a gentle voice came from behind— "Luna." I froze, turning slowly. It was Julian. My ex-fiancé. "Luna, can we talk?" He wore a light gray suit, smiling just like the boy who confessed under the cherry blossom tree years ago. Julian had tried contacting me recently, but I blocked him. My life, which should have been ordinary, became a spectacle because of him. The night before our wedding, Julian disappeared. On the wedding day, with the groom missing, I became a joke overnight. The shock sent me into a deep depression. I even attempted suicide, but was saved. I clenched and unclenched my fists, taking a deep breath. Finally, I smiled at him. "Sure." Since he delivered himself to me, let's end this. I walked ahead; Julian followed. Just like countless times walking home from school, he kept a respectful distance. I could see him whenever I turned back. Reaching a secluded corner, I stopped, turned, and raised my hand. Slap! The sound echoed in the quiet corner. "Julian, you owed me that." "Now, we're even." As I turned to leave, Julian grabbed my hand. I lost my balance and fell into his arms. "Luna, I'm sorry. I regret what happened back then." "Can you give me another chance..." Just then, Sebastian appeared nearby. His gaze fixed on us "hugging." He strode over, grabbing Julian by the collar. The next second, he punched Julian, sending him crashing into tables and chairs. Wine glasses shattered, red liquid splashing onto Julian's white shirt. "Stay away from my wife." Sebastian's eyes were terrifyingly dark. Julian wiped blood from his mouth, raising an eyebrow. "Mr. Stone, why the panic? I just wanted to catch up with Luna." "Are you afraid we'll rekindle an old flame?" That line snapped Sebastian's last thread of control. He swung again, but this time Julian was ready. They brawled. It was chaos. Julian's forehead was bleeding. Sebastian fought viciously, seemingly losing his mind. "Stop it!" I tried desperately to pull Sebastian away, but he grabbed my wrist. His hand froze in mid-air, pain flashing in his eyes. "Wife, I..." His voice was terrifyingly hoarse. [She's protecting him? After all these years, she still can't forget him? Is it because I'm not good enough?] [I want to lock her up. No one can touch her. No one can take her away from me!] "Sebastian, you're hurting me!" My eyes reddened with pain. He loosened his grip but didn't let go. He hoisted me onto his shoulder and walked out.
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